Meduion stands about six feet tall and has a strong, self-sufficient bearing about him. His clothing, while he is on the road would seem to mark him out as a man who knows his way around the outdoors, being practical and sturdy in battle or against the weather. He also seems to have a few small scars, likely from hard living. He speaks with an educated Bree-man's accent, too, sounding as if he comes from a background of some degree of wealth.

Despite this, he does not appear to be a man who has forever been away from civilisation - the trim of his beard, shortness of his fingernails and cut hair all seem to mark him as a man for whom civilisation is well known. Indeed, when in settlements, perusing the libraries and inns, his clothes are incredibly fine - Elven-cloth, in fact, for those knowledgeable enough to tell, and made with all the attention to detail one would expect from their kind. He is effortlessly courteous, perhaps even a little charming to some, but can seem somewhat distant.

There is always a well-crafted sword sheathed at his belt, ungilt but finely and decoratively wrought in the hilt. On the road, in his travelling clothes, it tends to be joined by an Elven-looking composite shortbow. Another constant is his Dwarven satchel, hanging tightly at his hip, and bulging with books.