Amon, stood at 5'9 and looked almost otherworldly with flawless-looking alabaster skin, marked with various Yantra-tattoos that gave a subtle glowing whenever he wielded the arcane, these markings seemed to traverse his entire body, atleast to the casual observer. His wide almond shaped eyes, were exotic, black sclera, with irises of orange that seemed to glow that betrayed his Innately Arcanic gift, bare a waving liquid appearance that smolders gently. And lastly the thing that further shows his ancestry, a pair of small horns, that curl atop, past the gingery-red hair atop his head. He bares an aura, of a welcoming warmth, like that of the soothing heat of a fireplace.

His attire was usually very simple and outlined with arcanic runes along the corners in a pale-gold metal, his arms left exposed, and hands wraped up in bandages, His outfits usually ranging from baggy and loose, marking a strange mix between Arcanist and Ascetic.

On occation he'll be seen with a worn hood, that lets his horns peek and curl through. He held no weapon save a simple quarterstaff that he occationally held as a traveler's walking stick. Besides that he bore various pouches that held herbs or other simple things gained from his travels. The only thing of note was a simple wooden totem, carved into the shape of a panther, painted in similar Yantra-shapes in a silvery ink.

He walks, with precision and humility, Bearing no malice to anyone.