Menion appears to be a man of medium height and build who carries himself with a distinct dignity and composure.  He sports silky hair of a dark chocolate brown that is usually tied up neatly behind him.  His dusky skin is a very pale shade of its former self, perhaps due to an apparent personal preference of remaining out of the sun as much as possible.

Dead black eyes peer out from Menion's face, though they are oft seen behind a pair of shaded spectacles he tends to favor.  His voice is deep and melodious, with each word spoken with a curious precision that possibly hints at the faintest remains of a nearly imperceptible accent.

A spicy scent of cloves and cardamom often follows in Menion's wake, the source of which some may learn to be a nearly transparent lotion or cream that is upon his face and any other exposed skin when he is out in the sun.  This lotion causes his skin to glisten faintly when he wears it.