Atharon is a tall, lanky figure- Standing at about 6'2, he's rarely seen not clad in Plate armor with a sword on his back and hip, along with a shield. He's scarred, for his age- A long one in particular running from his forehead, through his eyebrow, over the bridge of his nose, and to the base of his opposite cheek.
When not aware he's being observed, he has the look of a man who has, for lack of a better expression, seen some shit. His eyes often stare at nothing, hands shaking slightly- And, moreoften than not, holding some sort of alchohol. His entire body is occasionally rocked with a tremor- Most often when someone speaks to him when he's tranced out.
His black hair is often tied back in a ponytail, or cropped close to his head. He cares a great deal about his appearence, believing that ones outside is a reflection of ones true internal person, and is often cleanshaven and well groomed with clean, cut fingernails, shining armor and blade, and even keeps his Horses' armor shining bright and well maintained.