Tall and thin, the character standing before you is unusual in several ways. First he is perfectly clean but totally unkempt. though his beard and hair are in a tussle and sometimes seem to be moving on thier own any dirt or grime is repelled from him, sometimes through a little wind, just milimeters from his body, sometimes his ungainly hair or clothes seem to move on thier own, brushing things away.

He has the look of a Gallo-Roman who might favor a more Germanic ancestry if he would get a hair cut and some decent clothes. Standing at 6'1" this thirty something holds up a a frock like robe as if he were a wire frame. His smile is a little awkward and a few practices away from looking practiced. He wears a heavy blue cloak when the weather turns rough and cold but even then he never seems to change his footware except of course that it is always changing. He wears a simple neutral undied wool hat and wool gloves knitted with open fingertips and died in a multicolor method long ago now looking dark red/blue with spatters of subdued color in them.

As one looks down the robe an ungainly pair of skinny and inordinatly hairy leggs occupy the frame between the robe and a soft fluffy cloth pair of slippers sewn with little pink eyes and large floppy ears that cover his delicate feet. These bunny slippers will shift from day to day to represent brown bears, or grey wolves or even rain deer complete with little antlers. If your lucky in early springtime while the snow melts you might be blessed with the fox slippers complete with a fuzzy red tail that wraps up his ankles.

When traveling one may notice that it is not just the slippers, but the cassock-robe also changes color just a little to conform to a color of the day or week or whatever. Scolo also carries two bags. One is a small sturdy leather backpack completely unremarkable except that it seems fitted for a gnome, or a small child as if this wild-eyed wizard had snuck into a grammar school in some imagined far future and stolen the backpack which rests trapezoidally in the center of his back.

His other bag is a sky blue drawstringed purse with a very thick shoulder strap. From a distance it appears to be an ultra-durrable canvas but if touched it seems like a marine hide or modern rubber

Scolo does seem to poses one weapon, such as it is, and it can be seen on him only when traveling and only if he is not instead wielding a large fish-head and shouting obfuscations at random passers by.  It is a sort of crossbow, but is more narrow like a marine speargun, it is much to wide in the stock and has knobs and two switches on the very front. It is painted bright red, long since faded with yellow and white flowers crudely drawn.

Scolo  has a slightly off kilter, deranged manner, as if one day, he'd be a Christopher Lloyd character. When he speaks to you, he seems to be looking everywhere but your face, and he sounds permanently distracted.

He has one friend, a ball with several tentacles coming off of it. It purrs and makes blinking sounds as it flys/tumbles around in the air. Sometimes it flaps or perches like a bird of somekind, and many people will tell you that they hear voices when it is nearby. "best to just go with it and have a nice conversation with the rock or tree or whatever" will be the innevitable advice.