Thente was young, but rough, weathered. It was obvious he spent much of his time out of doors. Though his skin was tanned by time in the sun, in certain light it took on a slight greenish tinge. His hair too was brown but with subtle greens that look almost dyed and match his dark green eyes, now sea-foam green since his transformation. Thente wore rough spun clothes either done by himself or bartered for from a small town. He had some furs to keep him warm, and strapped to the outside of his pack was a large hunting trap.

No real weapons adorned him other than a pair of daggers and a crossbow and bolts. He carried a walking staff that looked self-carved.

Thente was often quiet upon first meeting, but he opened up when he'd known someone for a time. When surrounded by nature he seemed at home. He spoke little because he had little education and little experience with others. He speaks confidently about things of the wild, but only in terms of navigation, tracking, and survival. When out, he strides confidently and when with people or groups, he seems unsure.