Blued steel plate armor polished to a gunmetal sheen studded with small dark garnets at the joints and wicked iron spikes along pauldrons and greaves. His black hair is braided into a single thick plait that falls over his left shoulder and his beard is close-trimmed with a single silver bead threaded into the chin-braid. Scars lace his face: a pale crescent across his left eyebrow and a thin white line along his throat where a hunter’s knife once failed to kill him. He moves with the measured certainty of someone used to weighing consequences, yet his gestures betray a restless impatience in short, sudden flicks of a gauntleted hand. Unexpectedly, the inner lining of his breastplate is embroidered with faded children's drawings and a stitched, childish signature in a hand he keeps folded against his heart.