Torblac is tall, thin and pale, not quite an albino but his skin is several shades lighter than most, as if hidden from the sun his whole life, seeming lighter still contrasted with his jet black hair. He is bearded, clean and smelling slightly of fragrant herbs, but unkempt and wrinkled, clearly caring not for style or appearance beyond a fastidious, almost compulsive cleanliness. He wears a wide brimmed leather hat for the sun, a faded yellow linen pull over shirt and dark green wool breeches with an heavy wool knee length dark gray hooded coat. His feet are booted with soft blue dyed side-laced sheepskin boots soled with felt and turned with the fur inside. All of his clothing is well made with subtle embroidery and decoration, being in the style of the Franco Isles. He carries a leather shoulder bag and a waxwood staff topped with a section of stag antler, with two pouches on his tooled belt, one large and one small.

Torblac is seeming intellectually preoccupied every waking moment and he is socially inept, largely by choice and lack of concern with the social graces. He finds the mundane interesting and the interesting mundane, and can prattle on endlessly concerning meaningless facts, historical events and theories. Although perhaps on the better side of average in appearance his geeky personality makes him slightly odd to interact with and takes most people slightly aback.