Like all other members of the Silvermane family clan, Bennett's hair started to go grey by the time he was 18. Now ten years later his long wild mane of hair and beard are a striking silver. His green eyes have a wild piercing glint to them and a hint a wisdom hides there too. He isn't what many would call hansom, he has a thick brow line filled with bushy grey brows, a large flat nose, and a large square jaw with the hint of canines jutting out the corner of his mouth. The man even has a slight slur from his large sharp teeth. He is well built and a plum of jest hair and a glint of fine chain mail can just be seen jutting out of the chest of his loose sackcloth shirt. His garb is very simple being sackcloth with well worn leather boots and a thick hooded wool cloak stained from years of use. A thick leather belt wraps around his waste, it is carved with a creeping vine motif with three flowers, each studded with a silvery white moonstone. His hands have thick and well worn leather gloves each knuckle studded with a sharp diamond shaped metal stud. The only hint of a weapon Bennett carries is a sling that hangs from his belt along with a few pouches along side the sling.