Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright on wet wooden harbour planking, figure centered with the misty northern docks, moored ships and rope-coiled pilings filling the sides. An embittered, hardened city-watch soldier of the Northern Haven: a broad-shouldered man in his late thirties, weathered pale skin, close-cropped greying dark hair, short unkempt stubble, a thin scar across one cheekbone, cold narrowed grey eyes and a grim clenched jaw. He wears a dented dark-grey steel breastplate over boiled leather and a frayed deep-blue tabard bearing the wolf-and-bear sigil, worn chainmail sleeves, thick studded bracers, a heavy wool cloak, a broad belt with dagger, and mud-crusted iron-shod leather marching boots. One gloved hand grips a notched longsword, the other rests near a battered round shield slung on his back. Rigid vigilant stance, scowling, braced against the cold sea wind.
