Broad of shoulder and vast of belly, Bodric is as mean as a cornered bearcat in a fight. His second-hand armor is tarnished, torn and hobbled together much like the weapons he carries: a large axe across his back and a throwing axe and dagger on his belt. His face is scarred up from fist fights and combat training. His hair and beard are full and a color that might be fair if it was washed. His scarred hands are massive hammer-heads on the ends of thickly muscled arms. His short legs end in worn-out boots with thick wooden re-soles. He smells like a slave-pit mingled with mountain travel and a hint of adventure. He has shining green eyes that are often creased at the corners by his puffy cheeks and bulbous nose.  He looks like he's spent a lot of time swimming in a bottle of spirits. His smile is infectious even with his missing top front tooth.