[Son of Númenor]

Rimbaud is a man of average height and build. He doesn't dress fashionably - he dresses perfectly: neatly pressed shirts and slacks, jackets always perfectly fitted and suited in make and hue to the season. He may wear slender gold-framed glasses for reading, but prefers not to. His hair is grey-brown, straight and fashionably not-quite-perfectly-kempt. He always walks at a brisk pace, with an air of confidence, and his face in its natural state is expressionless, save for a subtle glint of thoughtfulness in his grey eyes. He has a charming half-chuckle which he is wont to use when he finds a story or joke half-amusing, but reserves a loud, hearty laugh for the finer jokes and moments shared with friends.