At a (comparatively) modest height of just over six feet tall, Jordan's weathered robes and slouched, easygoing posture seemed to paint him as a mage of some variety.  His face was generally kept clean-shaven, and his hair was worn swept back out of his features: shoulder-length and meticulously clean.  His eyes appeared to be golden in color, perhaps hinting at abnormal lineage or some magical experiment gone awry.  A casual glance might've put him in his mid-twenties.

He alternated between carrying a battered old book and a weathered umbrella in his right hand.  In his left, he'd occasionally clutch a small array of wooden beads threaded through a twisted leather cord.  His voice was deep and resonant, though when speaking he had an enormous propensity for mumbling or under-pronouncing things.  

Tell and walk-up friendly.  Attempts to scrutinize him closely may yield more than what you can see at a glance.