Almost crossing the line from adult to old, this tall cleric still moves with strength and determination. His golden hair that is beginning to turn a shade of light grey is always kept well styled and matching his goatee.
When addressed, a kind face and a quick smile are usually shown, though his blue eyes do not always reflect the same happiness.
Looking at him in town and out in the wilds, it is clear he favors civilization and is more a town person, at home in a training yard rather than in the wilderness. Constant training, however, made him more used to the adventuring life. It is noticeable that he seems to avoid inns as much as possible.
Whenever he feels the need to occupy himself, he tends to his gear, so all his equipment is clean and combat ready. It does show some signs of use.
The thing he seems to treasure the most are his Cleric Robes from the Order of Ben, a reminder of the Gods from his younger turns.
His shield bears a sigil of a crescent moon with the letters TS within.