Before you proudly stands a man who appears to be in between his late twenties and early thirties. An angular jaw, a bare chin, a long, friendly smile and a pair of honey-brown, round eyes are the most noticable features on his profile, his long and thin nose being the most dominant. Apart from occasional emotion marks, there are no visible wrinkles on his face, which bears an innocent and kind expression. Threland's medium-pitched and growling voice always sounds loud and confident, and talks in a strange accent which makes understanding what he says a difficult task sometimes. He generally pronounces "i" for ''oi', and ''a'' for an ''o''. Often speaking carelessly, he may sound rude, but there usually is no ill intention behind his words.

His draft clothing, often torn, patched and even sloppily stitched at some spots covers his lean figure. Being neither the bulkiest nor the tallest, this man is of average stature. A large plumed hat never leaves his grey-haired head, and has prooved to be extremely useful on many occasions. You may also notice upon his hips a couple of large swords, and maybe an old, time-withered lute hanged at his back. When he plays, his muscular arms embrace the instrument with care while his strong fingers pull the strings.