There is a youthful cuteness about this young man that seems destined to harden into full-grown handsomeness, in a few years or so, augmented by graceful brows and doelike, violet eyes. His hair is longer than most soldiers', indicating a position far from the front ranks, and though his overall demeanor is very much that of a frightened boy, subtle mannerisms speak to an aristocratic upbringing.

He has yet to grow fully into what will probably be his final height and breadth, and moves with a weird combination of courtly, practiced posture and the gangliness of adolescence, looking uncomfortable in the way of someone whose clothing and shoes do not fit them quite right. Similarly, his officer's uniform hangs on him as though it is meant for somebody else; it has no stripes, pips, or braiding to indicate his rank, merely denoting him as staff.