A jotun of a towering measure stands alert. His piercing blue eyes that match is the hue of his skin. He scans his surroundings. His hair hangs down to his shoulders, white like old snow. The mans face is a stoney maze of angles and a few scars. His body is heavily muscled chorded and lean. A small silver cross dangles at his wrist, a soft glimmer playing in the light. Calm and collected, the jotun seems to be at ease as he takes in his surroundings.