Aarnr is a big man, well over six feet in height, and already with a sizeable paunch, a sure sign of a mighty warrior for it shows he eats well and thus is counted amongst those who get first pickings from the kill.

A leather strip is wrapped around his head, keeping his long hair at bay, and atop his pate sits a battered steel helm.  A long scar runs from his forehead to right cheek, though the eye is unharmed.  He has a thick and untidy beard and moustache.

His large frame is protected by a shirt of metal links beneath a heavy cloak and legs like gnarled tree trunks are visible beneath a leather skirt. Hardened leather bracers are bound around his thick wrists, a sword inscribed on the right, a hammer on the left.  His boots are sturdy but uncared for.

Likewise the leather pack upon his shoulder is worn and cracked, the straps mismatched and oft mended.  Around his neck a simple wooden disk inscribed with a crossed sword and hammer hangs from a thin thong.

He carries a long, long blade not much shorter than himself in a sheathe upon his back ... when it is not in his hands.  Then you may find yourself staring down the length of the sword to meet the dark and forbidding gaze behind it, just before it tips over into battle-madness, and that'll be the last thing you do see in this life, you may be froggin' sure.