Rachethelion might be considered handsome to some. He owns a young looking but angular face, with a rounded nose and pointed chin, painted in a mild bronze for his rustic but smooth skin. His medium but nearly constantly smiling lips with pearly white teeth are accented with shallow but noticeable dimples. He has eyes of cornflower blue that often stare on in wonder with a merry gleam in them. There he wears a small path of shaven facial hair that neatly crests his lip and outlines his mouth and chin, but mostly stays clean. Atop his head is messy, medium-short, wavy dark chocolate hair. 

Rache wears bright but only decent clothing. He doesn't own anything fancy nor would he want to. With a life of travel it would be hard to fit in if he stood out in more than his foreign appearances. He smiles, a lot yet lopsided, and when he does he has a habit of popping up his left eyebrow which gives him a facade of confidence and smoothness. He's tall, not necessarily broad, but decently weighed and strikingly statured. He looks like a silver tongued merchant, but also like he's too happy to hurt a fly.

Rache is a clutz though. Often he might trip and fall when approaching, and he has a nervous habit of biting his fingernails when forming a response in conversation. However, he's polite and will always take said fingers from his mouth when speaking. He stands with his feet parallel to his shoulders and his hands tucked behind his back (when his fingertips aren't being gnawed anyhow).