The Marquis offers nothing of exception with his looks.  An average man, of slightly below average height, with features that may strike one as just a little behind the times in the way he combs his hair, and the material, and cut of his suit pants.  These days however, much of what was old is new, and his old is fashionable enough to be considered with the times in that old timey hipster way.

A devilish smile on his lips, and dark sharp eyes that don't seem to miss much, he often walks with a confidence, tapping away with a cane he carries with him everywhere.  Never too formal, rarely in a suit jacket, but his stripped dress pants, and white dress shirt, with the sleeves more often than not rolled up, he always has a loose tie, and suspenders on.  Black gloves make up the remainder of his get up, and he would be monochromatic, if but for his skin that shows a bit of pink in the cheeks, and warmth not associated with his kind.

One can see that the Marquis likes to dance, through his movements, but just stops short of it on most nights.  That doesn't exclude the fact that he seems quite happy often, an impish demeanor in some game, or someone in on some fantastic joke the world has missed.