Samuel is a man of striking physical presence with skin the color of polished mahogany that gleams under the sun. He is completely bald, his scalp often reflecting the golden light of the Castelles spires. He possesses a frame of explosive musculature, looking more like a coiled predator than a traditional soldier. His movements are terrifyingly efficient: he never fidgets, never sways, and moves with a silent, deliberate grace. He wears a masterwork set of lion-themed plate armor, but surprisingly, he refuses to wear a helmet, claiming he wants his enemies to see the face of their defeat. His most contradictory feature is a delicate, silver-threaded handkerchief he often uses to wipe invisible dust from his gauntlets, even in the heat of a bloodied skirmish.