In his human glamour, Lachlann appears remarkably attractive.  Well built, and with a lithe musculature that fits somewhat ironically into the proverbial 'swimmer's build', he presents little outward threat in a world of knights and monsters.  Pale skinned and dark haired, the alraune seems to shift his demeanor between innocence and outright carnality, or any admixture of the two, without a second thought. His dark hair is matched by thick lashes that rim his eyes, which seem to lie somewhere between a deep emerald green and gold-brown, changing near constantly as the light strikes them.  Bearing a youthful cast, Lachlann's features skirt the line between delicacy and strength, granting him a beauty that is only enhanced when he speaks, for his deep velvet-smooth voice holds a honeyed edge that demands attention.  The dark power that lies beneath his glamour shows through in the intoxicating fragrance that surrounds him.  Blurring the lines between honey, amber, and petrichor, the aroma he exudes beguiles the senses, pulling others into his orbit and tempting them toward indulgence with every breath.

When his false-face drops away, the true alraune can be seen beneath.  Lachlann's outer surface is the craggy, pale brown of the roots he was fashioned from and the hollows where his eyes should be burn with a verdant power.  Similar in build to his human-seeming, his body looks far harder and drier than his grace should indicate, the skin that covers him having withered as he was prepared for awakening in years long since past.  The long dark hair that graces his glamour is revealed to be a crop of thin vines in this form, the delicate tendrils having been interwoven with red threads and bits of bone that have been carved with arcane runework.