You see Privateer Ramerson Ruppenport, a Human eyesore.
Ramerson has laugh lines that form waves when his jowls jiggle, drawing attention to a bulbous nose dotted with angry, red pimples. His wide-set eyes are tinted a moss green and always seem to have a troubled look to them. Short, mouse brown hair is stick straight and worn slicked back away from his face, indicating he doesn't like to be bothered with it during the day. He has copper skin and sports a massive pot-belly.
Ramerson is shorter then the average Human and has reached middle age, but the years have not been kind.
He is poorly shaven with razor burn covering his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan, some silver rimmed spectacles with blue tinted lenses, a rugged teamster's cloak with braided leather roping fringed along the sides, a silver-edged scabbard, a large watersilk duffel bag embroidered with a large lake surrounded by pine trees, a dark blue cotton shirt, some soft linen pants and some comfy leather sandals.