Mundane Mien - Arion is a young man with eyes of the purest Aquamarine, watching calmly as he observes those around him. His hair is long, and the color of sun warmed chestnuts, worn loose about his back and shoulders though,all too often, it falls across his face despite his best efforts to restrain it, his  posture dictating its lay more than any brush or comb. His build is hardened by long hours of hard work, he is lean and well muscled. Soft spoken, and polite, you can hear the soft brush of a Southern drawl when he speaks. His clothing tends to reflect his life, soft cotton billowing shirts and velvet leisure jackets suggesting his aristocratic roots and posh lifestyle. Most of the time a thin belt hangs snugly against his slim hips.

If  the occasion befits it, he will be dressed in a well pressed black suit and silk shirt with an ascot. His wedding ring, a silver circle with an interwoven ivy vine is his only adornment in this mien and while it is no Armani, somehow, the man makes the clothes, rather than the other way around.

Fae Mien - When the glamour gathers around Arion, its mists seem to pool in his eyes, and they intensify into a blue so pale as rival the summer sky. His long hair falls in a lustrous silken wave of raven down the meandering plains of his lithe and muscled back. His features sharpen, his ears coming to the delicate points that mark his Kith as that of the Sidhe. He tends to garb himself in billowing silks and leathers befitting his station as Baron. He favors whites, blacks and silvers as far as his colors and during these times he is often found wearing a voluminous black velvet cape adorned in silver fur.

Court Voile often much more formal, is still on the practical side for this Sidhe. It consists of, a well fitted black military coat that reaches to just below his trim hips, trimmed with the silver and black braiding of some war hero. The sleeves are closely fitted, the right being draped with intricate epaulets of crimson rope, as the collar stands up stiffly, exaggerating his form, but yet loaning a certain tragic regality. His svelte hips and waist are nipped in by a thick leather belt, upon which are slung a  simple set of twin long swords. On his legs are simple black trousers, and stout black boots to the knee.