Otarnon is a rather unseemly fellow, apart from his short stature. He has shoulder length hair often tied back from his weather-beaten face which carries a pleasant smile for everyone... almost. At his side is always his messenger-bag which he has repaired and replaced religiously. It is his most prized possession and he prides himself on carrying mail in a quality bag that won't let the weather in. His travel clothes are incredibly practical - they are warm, well kept, and provide some protection. He carries on his back a shortbow and quiver full of arrows which he is well practiced in shooting both from the ground and from horseback, though he wouldn't say he's the finest archer in the land. 

He never travels without his horse, Ras, a beautiful yellow-dun mare from Gondor. Ras needs a lot of food, on account of her long and frequent travels so she is never far from sneaking food from wherever she can find it, despite being well fed by her loyal servant - er, master. On the road though, she is by all means a fantastic steed - she flies like the wind and can walk for many days. Much to Otarnon's despair, she is not very good at jumping.