Hakon Njallson is a strapping and handsome Lisonian youth who has the mixed blessing of a babyface.

Barely a man by most standards at eighteen years of age, Hakon still has peach fuzz and his medium length blond hair, light blue eyes and pale skin that tends to flush only reinforce the general impression of youthful inexperience. A tall young man at over six feet, he has a generally muscular build and seems well fed.

He has kind eyes and tends to smile often.

When dressed for the road Hakon wears a weather stained knee-length brown surcoat with a series of buckles running down one side of the chest. The leather seems distressed around metal plates sewn into the garment. It's just a little too big for him.

He also wears a kettle helmet with an angled visor and a small ridge running along the top. It has little spots of rust in the recesses where the iron was layered together. Ideally suited to keep off the sun and rain, he often wears it with a cloth coif and cowl for comfort in cool weather.

At his side is a longsword about four feet in length. The scabbard is a little battered and has seen hard use. The hilt is "S" shaped, with an ample wire grip suitable for two hands and a substantial flanged pommel.

Worn in the front and cocked at an angle is a newer looking rondel dagger with the scabbard tucked into a broad sword belt.

He wears a pair of worn brown knee length boots and a pair of sturdy gloves are folded over his belt.

The ensemble looks a little cumbersome.