Before you stands a skeletal-looking man, emaciated, with a tired look on his face. His pale skin clings to the bone beneath, most of the muscle and flesh decayed around his facial region. Snow white hair holds on hopelessly to the scalp of this man, and his facial hair seems as if it's about to fall off at any moment; deep set, pale blue eyes lack any luster and what remains of the man's lips are a flat line, giving his entire facial features a stoic expression.

The armor Turin wears is beyond being just plain functional – it's a weapon in itself. The Saronite plate serves to encase the man in an almost air-tight chamber. Large shoulder pads are strapped to his body, leather belts crossing over his chest in an 'X' fashion; spikes protrude from the surface of the layered shoulders, aside from the high collar which covers either side of his head. The gorget around his neck raises to his chin, then a large helmet with the entire front being covered in spikes is usually found over his head. On his back resides a large shield made of Saronite, nine large spikes aligned on the surface and sharpened to a fine point; large chains are attached to the top and bottom so he can sling the bulwark over his back and carry it around. Another item resides on his back as well: a sheathed blade, probably a hand-and-a-half sword judging by the size.

All of this is topped off with the heraldry of the Ebon Blade, displayed proudly across his chest. There are a few trinkets and baubles lined along his belt, mostly brooches in various shapes – the Lordaeron 'L', the crest of the White Sigil, a rose and the Ebon Blade's sword.