Baldvin is difficult to miss, difficult to define. Armed with brimming enthusiasm and a ready smile that can't help but be infectious, clothed in garish colours and an engaged presence, he makes himself known amidst the crowds. He is clad in garbs and indulges in tastes too rich for his own blood, that whose origin is tough to guess without distinguishing features that could pin him to any recognizable race of Men; more confusing still is his accent that appears bastardized from a mish-mash of conflicting dialects, so does the lack of uniformity in his clothes and baubles that is influenced by the designs of conflicting cultures.

Standing roughly at the respectable height of 1.80m (or 6ft), Baldvin is noteworthy for his particular proportions that is not readily defined along familiar the terms of a farmer's sinewy figure, a blacksmith's taut arms, or a soldier's trimmed physique. A vast shoulder span sets the stage for an immense upper body, the comfortably loose clothes he favours sometimes disguise his remarkably broad chest and thickly developed arms that is slowly building lost bulk again. His appearances hints at impressive feats of strength that could only be maintained by a highly specific regime of exercise,  purposes untold.

Prominent cheekbones and a chiseled jaw fashions a handsome visage, complemented by his alert, night blue eyes and that smile which can be either warm or roguishly provocative. His long hair is cut into a broad mane, thick auburn locks flow down to his shoulders and frame around his face.