Despite the Ecclesiarchy brothers and sisters on Maccabeus Quintus best attempts to pound down Aurelius' body and soul to hew to the sacred word and duty it wasn't enough to dim his aura.  He is a man that clearly came from the top of a Hive Spire somewhere and has a confidence that comes from a position of knowing he's been right.  Over his heart lies an electoo that only activates in the presence of Inquisitorial authorization codes and has data that can be accessed regarding his incarceration and the determination that he was indeed proven to be innocent of charges levied against him.  A rare condition that similarly has bred a level of confidence not only in himself but in the Inquisition itself.

Aurelius was respectably tall and wore black robes adorned with Ecclesiarchial accents rendered in iron.  His pitch black hair matched the robes but the slight smile upon his lips certainly didn't fit with the dour aura that his clothing set, nor did the sparkling golden eyes that searched the area around him without fail.  Slung over his shoulder was a truly large shotgun, a Vox Legi-Pattern, that the Arbiters used frequently to provide heavy hitting power.  Hanging at his hip was a pair of skulls affixed to the straps that worked their way around his body and gave the loose robes form.  One was clearly a human skull half covered in melted iron while the other was some sort of stylized skull respirator mask.

Recently a grey tabard was thrown over the robes and the way it hung gave away that it was likely lined with flak to give some little protection.  A helmet also adorned his head that looked a bit out of place but gave him a level of safety that he'd otherwise not have.