Courteous, rapacious, merciless, beguiling; Absalom bore himself along with an affable and practiced grace, his every forward stride laden with a confident self-assurance that bespoke no small amount of time perusing whichever plane of existence it was he currently inhabited, a sense of dread ardor and purpose dogging his very heels.

Possessed of a lean and towering physique, Absalom's sveltly muscled and practically fatless frame was most often clad in fine, formal, and form-fitting attire of exceptional make, a bowler hat frequently perched somewhat precariously atop a messy shock of raven hair. His voice, when he deigned to speak, bore a curiously sonorous timbre to it, a low and buzzing drone underlying his every purred syllable like the rasp of a million fluttering and papery wings, the somewhat perturbing effect only heightened further still were one to meet the twinned pools of shifting, molten brass that served as this creature's eyes.

Despite his potentially imperious demeanor, the curious figure retained an almost impeccable sense of etiquette and courtesy, quick to tip his head or hat in the direction of any passerby, known or otherwise, and quicker still to flash a wide and devilish grin, his entirely-too-pointed canines set upon full, dire display. Absalom's features could similarly be commented upon, angular and aquiline, his was a classical, symmetrical and chiseled handsomeness, not to mention a very likely indication of his extraplanar origins.