Flowing white beard, scarred face. Looking into his eyes, one may see the dark pits in the centres of his brilliant white pupils - he is no demon, nor any creature of the Nether. He has seen much - his lined face and apparently feeble body show many years of this.

Usually keeping his head covered, either by the wide brim of a pointy hat - "People respect a pointy hat, 'cause one's saved their family for years. If you ain't got respect, what have you got?" - or by the long, drooping cowl attached to most of his robes. When working within Order-spaces, he will often wear a red suit of clothes, covered with gold leaf. Sporting brown robes for travel, blue for work and green with a pointy hat for occasions, Malencius always dresses to impress. Old, red robes are something of a treasure to him. These are worn most often, giving his title.

Often using magical methods for virtually every chore, from changing clothes to writing, he is an obviously powerful mage. As head of one of the greatest, if small orders of magi, he could be little else.