Eresdin stands tall and straight at 6'5'' with a lordly and lean build, a towering figure to the lesser men. Clad in rusty green and brown, with high boots caked in mud most of the time, resembling the long nights and days that he roamed in the harsh wilds and fellow wanderers knew well of him. A heavy, green cloak drapes over his shoulders and a matching hood overshadows his face. He possess a long sword of great value from long gone times wrought with ancient runes of Western land and a curved, rather sharp dagger stays on the back of his waist horizontally and these blades of him mostly strapped safely at his belt in their scabbards. A long, practical bow with a quiver full of bodkin arrows could also be seen on his back over his cloak at times. Although there is no doubt that he is more than capable to clash himself into the most fiery battle to protect the innocence, he seeks the way of concord first and his mind before a grip of the hilt.

Under that shroud of the woodland hues, he has a pale, stern and sad yet proud face with a steely determination set in his jaw and wisdom sat upon his brow. His raven hair reaches down to his shoulders with slightly whitened strands and frames his keen and misty sea-grey eyes, which seem to be deep in myriad thoughts nearly all the time. A grim man he would appear, yet not unfriendly but slow to trust. He is not the one to speak much unless necessary and he is known as generous enough to put other's trouble before his own. If not often, some of times in the eternity, a gentle, warm and charming smile could escape his lips. Despite his unkempt and frightening condition, he is somewhat ruggedly handsome. 

He can avoid being seen and he is light on his feet, he may roam and stride wherever he wishes or on an errand-wise pursuit without nobody seeing or hearing. Nothing to be noted in the account of neither pride nor any fair things in the apparel of this statuesque yet weathered man, save only that his cloak is pinned upon his left shoulder by a brooch of a silver shaped like a rayed star. Ancient of the days he seemed yet in the flower of manhood, strength and healing are in his hands, and there is a light about him.