Ergaric is a tall, well-toned, blond man with prominently formed features. But his evident age and middling scars wouldn't allow a glamour boy impression to prevail, giving his visage a rougher appearance with a couple of nicks to parade. The most palpable of them all is on his forehead, running to his hairline.

The Rohirrim in mid-thirties would seem younger without his beard to cover the face, which he doesn't often fancy, yet there are times where he has no opportunity to, or gets rather lazy to shave, and displays the facial hair that certainly enhances that rougher vibe. His eyes are bright emerald, having the narrow dot-like pupils put into the vast green globes. 

He stands at six foot and two inches, with a weight well over two hundred pounds - evidently no stranger to hard physical work, his delicately developed muscles bulging from the attire. 

His voice is deep, clearly matching with the age; delivering most of his lines with a cool, assured pattern of speech that is shadowed by a faintly conceited monotone. And for the ones able to recognize - he sounds like a man of Rohan.  

The posture that Ergaric carries speaks of confidence and faith in himself. His chin has a tendency of staying high, and when standing, he does so straight and with his shoulders tilted back. When walking, his gait spares a hint of a roguish swagger - something he visibly isn't fond of displaying wholly, inclining more towards keeping it simple with wide steps and a steady, easygoing pace.