Tuuzan is tall and lean, with a clean, tidy appearance. There isn't a hint of fuzz on his face, and steely grey eyes peer out from an unmarked, sun-darkened face. His expression is often calm, but serious. He has a stout jaw and a long beak of a nose, small ears that pin closely to the side of his head, and straight, dark eyebrows. His hair is trimmed short and swept to one side, away from his face.

He often wears dark clothing, with lots of grays and reds and blacks. Some silks adorn him, but no jewellery, and he can usually be seen with a padded wool coat on, an entirely sleeveless garment that falls down to his knees. His boots are tall, made of a tough leather from the windswept sands of the great southern deserts.

He will never be seen without the light yellow linen of his veil, hanging loosely around his neck, nor the steel mask hanging from his belt. The mask is an entirely odd affair, forged with impressive skill into a visage of his own face, though with swirling patterns all across the cheeks and forehead. Its eyes are narrow slits, designed to aid against sun and sand.

At his hip he keeps a narrow, elegant sword made of what appears to be bronze, the blade crafted with a snake in the crossguard and splitting at the tip like the tongue of the creature.