What many might call overweight by textbook standards, the slightly above average high Human wears his weight like a well built ox. Unusually nimble for such a heft man, but not as strong as he should either.
Wearing the finest silks and threads, he looks ready for a formal elven military parade. At his hip, a sabre (scimitar) with vines and berries hanging off as pure decoration. Of course they were rarespecifies, nothing but the best. Tucked under his right arm, a rod he used to prod open disgusting doors or to just display self-worth.