Jack Wilder

In a crowd Jack Wilder wouldn't merit a second glance. However the sharp eyed, or especially nosey would note a few things about him. Whilst obviously not a man of wealth he looks as though he keeps care of his appearance. His clothing is plain but well made, and if one was to look closely would notice very carefully made repairs. Definitely not a rich man.

Standing at five foot nine in height he's far from the tallest man in the world. But his body is lean and hard from strenuous work and fighting and scrapping. His wiry, leanly muscled build is considered odd by those that know him considering his fondness for food and sweets in particular. That said he's a relatively youthful, fresh faced man with the sort of gentle good looks of a man your mother would set you up with. He has slim eyebrows and small, pug nose that may even be considered cute if it wasn't for the roguish grin or quirked half smile that is normally covering his face. For a man who used to make his living protecting others his smile far, far too roguish, but for all that he appears on first views as a good natured, friendly individual. With short cropped, soft as sable black hair and dark, midnight blue eyes that complement his pale skin.

He has chosen not to blemish his skin with any kind of tattoo or piercing, the very idea seeming very exotic to him. However if you were lucky enough to get this man naked you'd notice traces of small scars and scrapes from his time working as a merchants caravan guard.

However there are a few scars of note the first being a mass of scars on his right hand and a smaller scar on his chin partially obscured by his stubble.