He stood about five feet nine from his moccasins to his crown of light brown hair.

He was well-proportioned and as graceful of body as he was hard-muscled and swift.

His chin was firm, his nose of a Roman cast, his mouth well-shaped, its slightly full lips slanting in a smile that would not be repressed.

Under the high, finely modeled brow, small keen dark blue eyes sparkled with health, with intelligence, and with the man's joy in life.
John Sevier indeed cannot be listed as a type; he was individual.

There is no other character like him in border annals.