Slight, wiry and short, he is often mistaken for someone much younger than his years would suggest. Some less astute observers have mistaken him for a woman under his hooded cloak given his slight frame and long hair.

Varro is a bit...odd.  Perhaps borne from the isolation of hiding away from society, perhaps the result of a strong fever, he has adopted habits that the civilized find unusual.  He hasn't cut nor trimmed his hair since running from his lord's service, although it is clean, well kept and often in a pair of thick braids.  Dark, sooty marks cross his dusky skin that still appear faintly even after through washing.  His voice is uncharacteristically low, rough and unsettling, like the rustling of leaves when there is no wind.  His slate gray eyes always seem to look through you when you have his attention.

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Height: 5'3
Weight: 133
Hair: Black, straight & long
Eyes: Slate Gray