Something wild seems to lurk behind Nicollo's eyes, as if his clear light brown irises were the surface of a placid lake which an unknown beast choose as his hiding place. Or maybe that's just an impression someone could have by measuring this young fellow for the first time - the impression of being in tune with whatever place he happens to be while at the same time being irrevocably an odd one out.

Nicollo in approaching the middle of his 20s, and his general short stature makes he appear even younger. Fortunately, his proud posture does not diminish his figure in any way. He walks with a certainty of step and purpose that creates an illusion of highness and nobility, although at times it can be seem as arrogance. His manners suggest a high birth, and one can't help but perceive some pronounced Tordoran traces - the straighness of his hair and thickness of eyebrows - which are just lightly "tainted" by Thurian heritage marks - his dark hair shines a somewhat light shade of brown when exposed to sunlight. He speaks with a strong Ordic accent.

His usual garments can be described as the middle point between allowing freedom of movement and displaying a sense of acute aesthetic taste. The guy seems to favor neutral colors in his attires, but is no stranger to fine-tailored details. Oddly, one can't help but notice that whatever he is wearing, his cuffs will be of some shade of green.

He is usually seen carrying three military pistols in his person, two of them clearly made from sericsteel.