Following his adopted father's trade, Peck's naturally wiry form has gained both muscle and stamina from long hours of hard work at the forge, while he's developed both an eye for detail and artistry beyond that of his father.

Coin is always scarce, and his clothes reflect that - well worn and much patched. Nor is he often to be found out and about in town, for the hours are long and rarely will his means stretch to a pint at the local tavern, though he's always cheerful and friendly, perhaps a bit too polite - always on the fringes of the group at festival days. Not bad looking with his dark hair that brushes his collar, and those dark brown eyes. Nice enough to at least catch the eye of the girls, though those gazes don't linger as near poverty doesn't sit well with that.

Bright enough too, when he speaks up - quick to learn, if not blessed with much in the way of a formal education. Not curious about much except the old stories of ancient heroes with shining blades. And has a way with animals - can oftimes get a cantankerous horse to bide peacefully while he's shoed. Perhaps better with animals than people, though he knows the forms around the forge and gives the customer satisfaction.