Before you stands a short, gaunt man with well-groomed blonde hair and a neatly-tended beard. The slight wrinkles on his forehead, along with the rich deep tone of his voice gives one the impression that his age is well within his thirties. He carries himself with a degree of cynicism in his voice without the usual snobbish standard befitting his noble peers. There is a degree of accent that seems to start and stop at times, depending on the presence of specific company; one can ascertain that he stems from a breed of lowborne speech, and yet he is more than capable of speaking with eloquence when he wishes to.

One noteworthy feature of this man's attire is a metallic attached gauntlet settled over his left arm. The cold stillness of it confirms that Renault Dukard does not have an actual left hand.