Ashton grew up in the outdoors, and he looks it. His half-elven good looks most often lie hid beneath a layer of grime, long greasy blonde hair, and well-worn studded leather armor spattered with mud and permanent blood stains. Several large holes and rents in his armor have been hastily repaired with crude thread made from animal gut. He carries little more than a bulging backpack, a longsword, and a longbow, but is attended, at most times, by his faithful guard dog, a large elkhound named Marris.
Despite his unkempt appearance, his genuine interest in animal behavior – all animals, sentient or otherwise – allows him to interact well enough with most people when the need arises. He is wary of strangers, but fiercely loyal to his friends, knowing how rare they are in a violent world.