A human male who would look to hail from the Andars of Brythonia, Kelvin cuts a relatively tall, imposing figure, with a body that is muscled and well-maintained. His features suggest a man who is clearly in the throes of middle age, his face weathered by both the wrinkles of time and the scars of battle. A firm, chiseled jaw is most often set in an expression devoid of passion; eyes an unnatural blue -- the sign of obvious arcanil usage -- regard the world around him with an experienced, determined wariness.