A man of middling stature and average looks Renard is one of those rare people who wields an impressive presence wherever he goes.  At 5'8" he does not tower, but at times he does manage to loom.  His demeanor is usually friendly with a few odd eccentricities here or there.  Lanky brown hair hangs down past his neck and a pair of hazel-brown eyes stare out from a soulful, slightly round face.  A sparse growth of hair patches his jawline and chin.

He dresses meagerly and carries little, as a wanderer usually does.  Worn and dusty boots are visible below the cuffs of his patched leather trousers.  A simple cloth belt holds only his purse.  His upper body is layered, a blue undershirt to pad the chain shirt, over which he wears a tan vest that frays at the stitching in many places, and a cloak of dark blue over that.  His right hand is mostly covered in a fingerless leather glove.  On his back he carries a pack with a light crossbow and a morningstar strapped to it.  The oddest feature of his getup is the set of manacles, the thick chains draped loosely over his shoulders to hang down his front where the two metal cuffs are locked together with a shiny steel padlock.  The chains clink together slightly as he moves, but fortunately they are padded quite well by the cloak.