Towering above most everyone, this black-haired and almost painfully thin man has cropped his black hair very close to his bony skull.  Eyes of sea green peer fervently from his emaciated face. Long-fingered hands bear blue waves tattooed on the back of each. Wave and anchor tattoo on the left bicep, cresting wave and skull tattoo rolling in the crest on right bicep and a pair of cresting waves tattoos on his chest, one on each side of his heart.

He had a hand axe worn in his belt at his right hip and his knife sheathed in the belt a little way forward of the axe. Slung over his right shoulder was his sling bag, the strap running across his torso so that the pouch rested on his left hip. Also slung over his back was his normal bow which he kept unstrung so as not to stretch the string or warp the bow and a quiver containing the arrows.

He has developed a powerful voice that often finds its use swaying his friends and crew to comply with his will.