Korvynn is six foot four, just a scoch or hair above what's generally considered normal. He's built with a broad, strong chest and trunk like arms and legs that narrow out to impressive and proportionate hands. His arms and hands may in fact be his best feature.

In his sockets lay pale, icy blue-gray misty eyes, that hold a piercing observance, and a calm rolling haze all at once. His hair is long, black and shaggy, kind of fluffy and feathered, and a well cared for, thick stubble runs across his strong cut jaw and bristles over his mouth. He smells sort of like a grassy field after a wet rain, or a morning on a foggy day. His skin is fair and pale, but scarred here and there, two distinctly on his face, one far on his left cheek and one dipping into his stern right eyebrow.

He can normally be seen under a dull colored cloak, wearing leisure clothing, a form fitting dark shirt and looser muted pants, boots and sometimes gloves that just cover his palms. Other times, occasionally, he can be found in extensive but fitting armor, chain link and other bits of more protective pieces, pauldrons, half chest plate, the works. When armored, he appears armed with any number of long, two handed weaponry, most commonly an oddly shaped halberd, more of a curved sword blade instead of an ax blade protruding from its stem.