Orinastron is lean and wiry with lank, black hair framing his plain face and the pale complexion that many from the Moon worshipping Jekkarene Theocracy share.  You might stand next to him in a wineshop and never even notice him.

Orinastron seems to favour his left side as if he were holding himself back slightly and, for those who look at him a little longer as few seldom do, they notice a sense of nervous energy about him, an intensity in his gaze and the feeling of his being a coiled spring, ready to move suddenly.

Orinastron talks clearly and with purpose.  As with his stare, there is an clarity, a crispness, an edge even to his words.  One senses focus about him.  But focus upon what is another question...