A ragged and weary man stands before you, a rather unfitting aura of nobility and pride surrounding him. It is quite difficult for many to determine his age, though he is reckoned as young by his kin. His face is hollow, with a long gash running through his right eye, rendering him partially blind. His arms, if shown, are criss-crossed with various scars, though if one looks long enough they might get a good image of the muscle beneath. He speaks in a rough, hagard voice, with his posture usually slumped, though it is not out of shame.

His clothing tends to be rather weatherbeaten and worn, but one of the more eye-catching features he has is the seven-pointed star brooch clasping his cloak together tightly.