He was the embodiment of a justified and righteous man. Standing tall, blonde hair cropped perfectly so that his rocky face was framed to perfection. His skin was tanned from working for his keep in the village he lived and worked in. He didn't wear a full body of armor, like in the stories, but he was wearing a leather jerkin and shin guards. a sword hung at his hip, and I wouldn't put it past him to have a dagger or two in his boots. His eyes were kind and giving, and if he looked at you with those eyes, it was almost like every problem in the world was solved. No more hunger, no more slums, no more entitled assholes on the throne. He had that kind of good-guy-just-trying-to-do-his-job kind of vibe. He would stop to help the old women across the street, and blush if a child gave him a flower or the old woman he helped pinched his cheek and told him what a good kid he was. Granted, having lived through seventeen winters, he was almost past being a kid by now, and he had done many things a child would never have done.
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Fun fact: his name is pronounced Yo-hahn
Height: 5' 11"
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian/White
Hair-color/texture: Sun-bleached blonde, straight as a board
Eye color: light blue
