A youthful man standing at a respectable 6', Arthur carries himself with a certain pride and an evident prestige. His clothing is always carefully maintained, his weaponry just the same. His eyes are both a steely gray, his hair a sandy blonde.

Some scars are visible, a faint line crossing his right cheek, his forearms and torso, if visible, carrying more.

When someone meets his gaze, an easy smile crosses his lips, with perhaps the slightest mischievous glint in his eyes.