Mum-Ra-Lud is a young man with emotionally-hollow eyes and shaven head; with paint about his eyes in an attempt at intimidation, but truthfully to hide their sullen, vacant appearance.  He wears a plain brown robe ... all the better for travelling inconspicuously.

He walks with a slight limp; has done so from birth, and so he doesn’t really notice it.  But, although it’s not necessary, he has developed a habit of holding, and leaning on, a staff.    He mutters to himself when he’s aimlessly performing the mundane, day-to-day chores, and often gazed off into proverbial space when he’s thinking/considering.
He’s known for his saying “It is what it is” as a way of brushing off what he doesn’t have an answer for.  And lately, he’s taken to gently proclaiming, “The Sun sets, t’is true; but rises again”: he is trying to sound prophetic and wise (suggesting that while things might look bad, the situation will change for the better), but it likely doesn’t always come off that way.