Albert is a little taller than average, standing just shy of 6 feet. He appears to be in his mid-to-late twenties, and has good genes to thank for a head of hair that is still full and brown. Albert's face is often contorted into a smirk, though at quiet moments a haunted look overcomes his features.

His body looks like it used to be strong and toned, but he now sags a bit in his belly and the musculature in his arms isn't quite so well defined as it used to be. His normal attire includes a dark gray shirt, black pants, and a dark gray fedora. A dark gray gunbelt holds a .44 revolver, with a pearl grip, golden hammer, and dark lines that contrast to the gunmetal of the barrel.

Al seems quite capable at riding his horse, Brandy. The occasionally temperamental blue roan mare is loyal to her rider, though tends to whicker at the most inappropriate times. At least from Albert's perspective.

Albert himself could be described as moody, often going from high to low rather quickly. He is no stranger to strong drink or good food, and often seems to lose himself in their enjoyment. He will also gamble, though isn't particularly good at it. He can also be found losing himself in the latest dime novel if he needs to pass some time.