Roderik Wakefield is a tall, broad man reaching a height of 6'1'. Despite his height, he is very thin and frail-looking, and would give anyone the appearance of severe illness. Fair, unkempt hair sits atop his head, a light dusting of gray lost within his thick, golden curls. But his sharp and erratic movements, partnered with his rugged features do not show any distinguishable signs of age. Always with bags under his eyes, and regularly bloodshot, it reveals the secrets of many restless nights. Roderik's dental hygeine is also unsatisfactory, and the pipe constantly held between his lips explains the yellowing of his teeth and the receding of his gums.