The man wore, in ingrained habit, a serious countenance on his noble features. He was handsome yet, strong-jawed and grey-eyed, but a set of earned scars and a very subtly misaligned nose made his physical appeal less than wholly conventional. He didn't do much to maintain it, a few days' worth of auburn growth kept only somewhat in check and a mane of regal hair left mostly to its own devices.

He had about him an air of lofty disinterest, or at least perpetual distraction, as if there were always thoughts worth chasing just as much as the present. His speech, although he was economic with it, had every measure of a quality education and a life among the local nobility.

Casimir's gait was a somewhat stiff leonine prowl, each step made deliberate rather than relaxed. Perhaps, a simple militaristic consequence, perhaps more. He favored his right arm heavily over the other, the left rather often kept gloved or otherwise fully covered and limited in its use.

He wore the colors of the Larynthian family as a badge of office and honor alike. His features however, even if no longer the character, were of house Terinian.