The honorable Friedhelm Fitela is a handsome somewhat imposing man. The most obviously immediately noticeable thing about Friedhelm is his height. He towers over most men and even some large orcs. A tall man of six feet would just come up to Friedhelm's nose. While one might imagine one simply stretched thin to stand at this height Friedhelm is thick as tree trunks.

Friedhelm is the fourth son of Baron Fitela the ancestral rulers, who stands with Marchioness Resbin Dren Emondav of Sterich, helping to lead the liberated land for King Skotti of Keoish, a detail he tries to gracefully declare unspoken with his good manners and expensive dress, so he can at least affect humility about the subject. Those privy to noble concerns might note that Friedhelm himself holds no actual title, only the nebulous status of nobleman, and Fitela being from a rather small part of the recently orc overrun Sterich, Friedhelm has no hope of rent producing inheritance. His desperate clinging to his nobility is necessitated by merit of that being the most precious thing he has to offer a potential spouse. While he's not the only child for his family to place their hopes on he's expected to bring honor and advantageous marriage to the family. To this ends he is clearly quite concerned with proper appearances.

Friedhelm dresses as a proper gentleman, wearing what is technically armor but too thin for proper battle to display his manly virtue. What jewelry he wears he tends to keep tucked under his clothing to keep it out of sight of thieves at least outside of courtly setting. He travels with a crossbow that seems to suit his great size though it wouldn't be unwieldy for normal man though they might find the draw weight quite heavy.

He is clean shaven with long black curls of hair that hang past his shoulder. He usually smells of the sweet musk of lightly perfumed soap and saddle wax.

He is a man who desperately want the world to see him as a good and proper man.