At six foot four and appearing to be about two hundred pounds his frame is densely muscular, the whipcord strength that a sword-fighter can take advantage of but rarely seems to need to use.  The body-glove that he wears was custom tailored and designed by a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus to soak up his signature to help him remain invisible to certain alternate forms of sight.  Wrapped around that now is a finely wrought suit of Kasrkin Carapace that has been adapted for void action by incorporating a fluid layer that seals breaches instantly allowing a small measure of safety should he be caught in a compromising hull breach scenario.  Advanced optics and sensors were built into this Rogue Traders helm and the crest of his family is engraved on shoulder pad and left upper breast.

Sitting snuggly in a custom holster on his right leg is a Wrath Plasma Pistol sporting a scope of all things also bearing the crest of his Dynasty while on the opposite hip now lay a simply looking but very effective Lathe-Pattern Thunder Hammer.  It's haft is short enough for him to wield in one hand due to his unnatural strength from vat grown replacement muscles and once the power field is crackling it turns into a meanacing weapon capable of tearing open even blast doors given a little time.  What of course makes him appear even more odd is the long storm coat that he wears much like the Commissars of the Imperial Guard wear.  Though instead of heralding him as one of them his seems to absorb light and further give a sickening sensation to just looking at him in close proximity.

While his smiles seem to be genuine and he was well featured good looks they mean little due to the family boon passed down to him.  The unsettling sensation certainly aids the few times he has to be...forceful to push home a point.