The man who walked in was easily over 2 metres (7 feet) tall, at the very least, with broad shoulders and a physique that would suit a warrior much more than a commander. He was wearing his uniform, and befitting his rank it had the symbols which marked his rank, the division he led, his highest honours, as well as his current position.
His blonde hair and deep blue might have made him appear delicate, if it weren't for the long braided bear, his well-defined muscles, his innumerous scars, not to mention the countless legends, stories, cartoons and books written about him that created a persona that accompanied him always. The only thing different from the cartoons was that he did not look like a messy, chaotic barbarian.
Instead, from his uniform, to his hair and beard, to his general appearance and everything about it, all were incredibly neat and tidy.
