"Discretion is a virtue that you would do well to learn..."
He is usualy very quite and removed, but also has a very debonaire aspect to him, a certain rogue-ish charm that allows him to smooth talk his way into, or out of, any situation... and that makes him very popular with the ladies. He has a good voice, but rarely sings for others, prefering to save his songs for the road. Years of travel have left him with a sharp mind and wit, and a good eye at judging others. Again though, the wolfish, predatory air that clings to him is a large put off to most people.
Hunter is very proficient with a bow as well as swords and knives. Having learned the art of stealth early he can walk silently and move like a shadow. Some would call him an assasin, a vast knowledge of naturual poisons, though he also knows just as much of healing, gives him an advantage over people he has set out to kill. But plant lore is not his only ability for a fight, a meriad of small knives and daggers on his person attest to his skill, and the bastard sword at his hip is a deadly thing in his hands. For the last a composite, recurve bow lets him pick off his enemies at a long range.
But despite all these skills he is something of a pacifist... The best way to win a battle, is to not have to win one in the first place.
A bastard child, he can not remember his parents, and doesnt wish to. Leaving home at an early age, very early, to wander the wilds. Scavaging with the vultures, hunting with the wolves, spending his time in the high reaches of the mountains with the hawks and eagles and falcons. This is how he was raised and lived, becoming something of an animal himself. Transition into 'Humane' society was not as hard as was to be believed, and soon he could contend with the best of them in manners and etiquete, but on his own, he still prefers his more primal nature.