Nigil Plaskitt is a Bretonian in his late twenties. He stands six feet tall and still carries himself like the soldier he used to be. He wears light leather armor and a shortsword at his waist, but most remarkable are the two quivers he carries along with the bow that is almost never out of his hand. He keeps his brown hair short, but has allowed himself the luxury of growing a mustache and goatee since he has finished his service to Bretonnia.