Appearance:

  A broad older man, scruff peppered hair pulled into a bun, his features have turned hard under the scrap of thick hair on his face. Patched together armor, outlined under a tattered red cloak. Kept under the wool is his sword strapped to his side, with a rosary of the Imperium on his belt. His satcheled medicine kit, strapped around his shoulder at all times, is the only thing that seems to have been taken care of. Carried over his back is the beaten remains of a steel shield, showing the marks of old wounds.

Backstory:

Jacob joined the Hand out of a desperate need for purpose. After losing his son to a war fought for kingdoms that no longer exist, he wandered south from Iotura to Ariminium, fleeing the storms and shattered lands that threatened to swallow the world whole.

  There, he found himself drawn, however reluctantly, to the Eternal Sun. Viewing it as continuation of Yamma's Flame of Hope. Though his faith in The One is far from unwavering, Jacob has come to accept that belief itself can be a vessel for hope. If the world is doomed to darkness, then he would rather spend what remains of his life carrying that light for others; then squandering it chasing solace for himself.