Samael Zarrino is a man of middle height and weight, his brown hair usually cut quite short and neat. His manners and expression are usually calm and collected, accompanied by a small smile on his lips. When Samael asks for something, people often indulge him with a smile on their lips. The one remarkable thing about Samael's face are the vivid and bright blue eyes, which seem to almost glow with inner light. His gaze is intent and piercing, betraying a hint of his iron will.

For those who are counted enemies, or have witnessed Samael's rage, a very disturbing kind of a visage is revealed. Disturbing as much for the demeanor that changes very little as for the things that do. Samael very seldom raises his voice, but still it seems to carry far. The smile vanishes and the cold rage radiates from the man, almost like a wind blowing. When Samael gives an order, it is an extraordinary person who refuses without difficulty.

Samael usually wears sturdy and casual clothing, giving a thought to the environment and generally valuing practicality over fashion. On top of his clothing he often wears a sturdy protective flak coat, accompanied by a sword on his side belt and sometimes a sidearm of some kind on opposite side.