You see Tournament Director Halvon, a Human Barbarian.
Halvon has a square-jawed face with a missing tooth, red-veined steely grey eyes and a broken nose. His red-streaked frost-white hair is shoulder length and fine, and is worn pulled up in a topknot. He has weathered skin and a burly build.
He is tall for a Human.
He appears to be venerable.
He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a thin patchy beard.
He has a tattoo of a chaotic pattern of thick red lines that begins on his face and continues down the right side of his neck. Spreading out to form vaguely triangular patterns, the design sheathes the entirety of his right arm, ending on his right wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a brown leather mask edged with broken leucro teeth, a polished bloodstone slab medallion strung on a black cord, a sweeping crimson greatcloak edged with crude stitches of rawhide cording, a tournament director's badge, a brown canvas backpack embroidered with the image of a crouching mountain lion, a deep crimson swordsman's shirt laced up the front with rawhide cords, some sturdy seordmaor-hide leathers embossed with a knotwork pattern, some brass-studded leather brawling gloves, a deep brown leather sheath crisscrossed with rawhide strapping, a prize sack, a pair of leather trousers laced up the sides with rawhide through steel grommets and a pair of dull leather boots with knotted and broken laces.