At first glance, it was hard to say how old Rod looked. He seemed young, but one glance at his eyes would seem to suggest many decades of hardship had gone by him. The half smile that was usually plastered on his face suggested that he had overcome those, and his usually friendly predisposition enforced the idea.
Taller than the average man, Rod kept his hair medium lenght and sported a soul patch beard. His clothes (shirt and trousers) were usually quite unkempt, a sign of his nomad style of life.