Brilliant green, almost emerald, eyes stare out at the world, partially obscured by the reddish/brown bangs into the otter's face. His hair is moderately long, reaching the otter's neck, with a trio of long braids, almost down to his navel. Green and blue beads, of wood and glass, were woven into the hair of these braids at roughly equal intervals, every "fourth" down the braid. His hair is brown, dark brown, with a tinge of red to it, but not a great deal. Unless in sun-shine, the hair would appear brown, but under sun, it would appear to be nearly golden-red, like a head of brazen bronze. His body was that of one used to hard living, slim, the strength wiry. White fur descends down along the bottom of his jaw, from his lips and cheeks, on his chin, down his throat and to his chest, where it disappeared into his shirt. All around the white, it was framed by an even coat of brown fur, the color of all his fur, save his belly/crotch/chin, which was white. Teeth, white as polished ivory, shone out of the otter's maw, though the top-right canine shined with the gold of the crown on it. The otter's visage is very slightly androgynous, though leaning on the masculine side, were he properly prepared he could certainly pass for a woman.
The otter stood at 5' 5", and with a slim 114 pounds. His large great-coat did some to bulk him up, and also to hide his lack of size, so that often, few would see the whole the otter beneath. They would miss the otter's slim form, with arms well experienced with the tasks of soldiering. His legs, tail, and back were similarly muscled from long treks, forced marches, and long swims through the oceans and rivers. Such things, of course, were behind the otter now, but one doesn't lose their figure simply because they are no longer fighting. At least not immediately. His fingers were just a tad bit longer than was usual, dexterous, slim, and nearly double-jointed. The webbing of his hand-paws was pierced through between each finger with a stud of aquamarine gems, though these were generally hidden by the black, finger-less gloves that the otter tended to wear over his paws.
Speaking of wearing. Far, far down, beneath everything, a long chain of a silvery metal, upon which hung a High Cross, made of silver and gold twisted together in knots, laid into jet. This was almost always worn, and almost always hidden beneath his clothes, of which he did seem to wear a great deal. First were the gloves, as well as a somewhat "modern" undergarment, like shorts, only with a thread/ribbon that tightened, rather than the modern elastic. The under-garments were of a slightly grey color. A loose, shirt of off-white covered his top half, tied against him with straps, so that it wouldn't get in his way, but, were it oppressively hot he could loosen the straps and have a shirt that billowed about, and allowed a good deal of air-flow into itself. The straps were half-way up his arms, and around his waist, a rich, red leather. He also wore relatively light-brown breaches over his legs, again somewhat loose, with strips of cloth tied around the legs to make the pants secure around his legs. A cord around the waist kept the pants up, as did the button fly at the crotch, and the button that closed the pants at the back, above his tail. Over the shirt he wore a vest with pockets and sheaths, two of the sheaths holding silvery knives of masterful construction and fine balance, meant for throwing. One vest pocket held a pouch of powder, another a pouch of shot, and another, a small sack of coins. There was also an excess of empty inner and outer pockets, to hold whatever the otter needed them to hold. At his waist he wore a sword belt of leather, the buckle a specially treated brass, meant to never succumb to corrosion of any kind, while the leather was a dull black. Over all this, the otter wore a coat, a cloth that was a very dark green, nearly black, that covered most of his form. From the high collar that, turned up, nearly reached the middle of his head, to the hem, that hung down around his calves, the coat covered him. It had a few pockets as well, and two loops that were meant to safely carry pistols, barrels up so that the powder and shot would not slide out, and even cocked, without going off.
He went bare-foot by choice, only wearing boots when aboard a ship, or somewhere that he is likely to encounter something dangerous to his feet, such as caltrops, glass, nails, or over-zealous archers and gunmen. When he wore anything over his feet it was always thick boots with soles that would protect him from anything dangerous, at least to his pads. Like his fingers, each webbing had a tiny stud of beryl in it, but they were usually not covered, given his habit of going bare-paw.
The sword which usually rested in the scabbard was akin to the Roman Spathae, 42 inches in total length, with a 31 inch blade. A shallow fuller ran the length of the blade, and the guard was crafted in bronze to resemble the heads of lions in all their regal bearing. In all other respects, however, it was a symbol of his status as an officer, a spathae forged in Connaucht for him personally. He also wore a Del Tin style small sword for himself, generally using that in preference when he knew a combat was coming.
Were the otter to be caught without his clothing on the patch of white fur would be seen to go all the way down from his lower lip to beneath his balls, giving his whole under-belly a snowy purity which he was exceedingly proud of. His sheath was relatively long, covered in the same white fur. His balls hung slightly low and slightly large, as though he were perpetually pent up. Being a sailor that might not be untrue. When aroused his maleness would rouse from his sheath, perking up to about seven inches. Thanks to the canine blood that lay in his family tree his cock was pointed like a canine's would be though it lacked the distinctive knot. It was about an inch and a half thick around, though the tip was slimmer and the base slightly wider. The cock was ever so slightly flexible, able to twitch and curve just a tiny bit, and often did when the otter was right on the edge, or when he especially liked something.
The man's voice was a mixture, almost right down the middle 50/50 of rich irish gaelic and southern aristocrat, somewhat like the accent of the anglo-irish but with more celtic to it. He was versed (though his player was not) in several languages of the continent, amongst them French, Italian, Turkish, Greek, and his own native gaelic.