Alaric is the physical definition of average, standing at a middle-of-the-road height with a build that is neither lean nor overly muscular. His brown hair is cut in a choppy, utilitarian style that looks as if it were trimmed with a combat knife. His skin is tan from the sun of the Flanaess, yet he possesses a striking contradiction: his hands are incredibly soft and well-manicured, looking like the hands of a scholar rather than a frontline grunt. He moves with a weary, rhythmic cadence, his chain mail clinking softly with every step. He carries a shield emblazoned with the chipped and faded sun of Nyrond, a piece of equipment that looks far more cared for than his own boots.