How he is put together, no one knows, but it comes together quite well.  The mess of an often unbutton shirt, an odd belt or belts around his hip and the torn jeans fit to give off a relaxed ease to living or rather unliving.  Odd hats can sometimes adorn A'Qat's head from bowlers, to pork pie and top hats sometimes wrapped in oddities, never new and always put on without a care.  Bare feet or intricately designed, old, pointy, and worn dress shoes are the norm and never with socks.

His body is adorned with tattoos but not to the point that no flesh remains unpainted.  It is thin, slinky and flows with some degree of grace. Long fingers often dance to his side if not playing on a coin, a ring or an e-cigarettes that smells of spices.

His face is often obscured by long, straight strands of dark, brown hair rarely in anything but a messy display.  Light green eyes peer out of the strands, a splash of light brown circling his pupil before giving way to green.  A sly smile sits on his lips, welcoming and relaxed, with a faint scar marking the right side of them.

He has a nose ring, which he on the rare occasion changes. His four or five rings are one more things to play with in his hand as he takes them off and rotates them around his hand and fingers, and his necklaces are often crude metal designs or native iconography.