The best way to describe Nashford goldfoot physically in a single descriptor would probably be like unmistakably boyish. His two foot eleven inch frame is wiry in a way that begs for a growth spurt that never comes. He never developed anything other than a basic muscular definition despite years of attempts at physical training. His shaggy brown hair always seems to end up in the most idiotic placement imaginable even though he makes a point to comb it constantly. Lastly the crowning feature of his personage is his unflappably optimistic baby face that refuses to grow facial hair of any kind.
  Despite what his physical characteristics might say about him, one of Nashford's great desires is for others to to think of him as suave, mature, sophisticated and interesting. To that end he has attempted to cultivate the ascetic of a mysterious gentleman. He never goes anywhere without a properly tailored suit(with matching handcrafted armor and pointless Longcoat to complete the ensemble). He wears his weapons in a way that puts them in a secondary position compared to his instruments and gaming tools.  At any given time one is likely to see him partaking in a number of habits and quirks that he picked up to appear more interesting to others. Examples include smoking, showing off and telling stories about his body tattoos, flipping coins, shuffling cards, combing his hair, standing around outside posing and smirking waiting for people to ask what's so funny.
 Anyone with a smidgen of people savvy can tell that he tries too hard to be cool.