Jaysen is human, but large by any standard. Perhaps he has some far flung giant ancestry, or it could be that he is simply from good stock. Regardless he stands north if six and a half feet in height, and weighs nearly 300 pounds. At a glance he might seem over weight, but closer examination will tell a different story, one where girth might be mistaken for flab.

His hair is red and shaggy, and his beard is thick and unkept. His eyes are the grey of a storm and carry a wisdom beyond his years. He has the physical scars of a man who has lived by the weapons he carrys and the armor he wears: a pair of hand axes, a flail, a glaive, and chainmail respectively. He is not someone to be triffled with.