Sigismund's form is lithe perhaps even wiry if one were to see him stripped for a long night's sleep, but the wear and tear upon his body and soul is such that it is evident even when he isn't.  Sharp blond hair is swept back while his hollow face is reminiscent of years when he was far from the free man that he is now.  His clear blue eyes are piercing in the same way the harsh winds can bore through rock to get at what is underneath while his pale ashen skin gives him an unsettling air.

Carrying himself with a pragmatism that is callously at odds with his status as a Divine instrument of Creed the bringer of Runes he tends to his own soul and leaves the tending of others up to souls more caring...and more sane, than his own. A wide brimmed hat occasionally covers his head while a heavy dark leather coat covers his frame. Beneath it he wears Nemesis, a keystone of Creed and extraordinary blade sheathed at his side and in a specially made holster a flintlock created by the mad Dwarves that used to hold him as a Bondsman.  His leather breaches are held fast with a wide belt that holds his smooth dark red shirt and folded over supple leather gloves.