Built lean, and rough, from a life of hard work and harder decisions, Aliester caries himself with a weighted, and heavy presence.  The lines on his face, and the scares he holds show him as one that had survived the harsh elements, and violence before his embrace.  Pale now, with his cold blue eyes, he is striking, but in no manner that would label him beautiful, rather more imposing, and dangerous.  He does manage his hair and beard well however, for while life has been hard, and he has few resources to call upon for cloths and finery, he still sees to maintain an acceptable appearance in this world, though both seem cut and styled in an old fashion not born of the present day.

Half smiles, and hoarse chuckles is often all he bothers to muster in times of mirth.  He does however, show a quiet warmth and understanding swept .

His garb is often those of an old fashioned Quaker, on top, with a black long, collarless coat, often left unbuttoned, with a black old fashioned black vest that reaches his neck and a white collarless shirt barely revealed under his vest at the neck, with both their button up top left open, too tight around his thick neck to close.  His pants and boots however are the plain green fatigues and heavy black boots of a soldier.  None of them seem new, having seen better days, and the black vest, and jacket can be seen to have have stains that no wash seems to have removed.