Accessories make the man. In Aleph's case, the overabundance of 'stuff' may seem to outweigh whatever look he's actually going for.
As a whole, it's easy to see that his genetics have gifted him with some natural dark charm of some or another--just what that may be is more difficult to discern. Dark hair threatens to curl slightly in charming waves, askew and pushed at oddly eccentric angles to frame his slightly long framed features, drawing to a strong jawline which may or may not be covered by a five o clock shadow or the indecisive playful threat of an oncoming beard. Unapologetic black eyebrows loft over brown eyes which carry the capability to be extremely focused or lost in a daze; wide and speculative. An expressive mouth stretches and turns, usually without rhyme or reason beyond his own private musings, just as unapologetic as the rest of his 'look'. A silver cuff clings to the rim of the shell of one ear, he seems lacking jewelry beyond that from the neck up.
His frame is lean and about a week of ramen from being outright lanky in some rights, leading some to question about his eating habits. Loathe to become a walking billboard if he has a choice in the matter, one would be hard pressed to ever, ever find Aleph with a single name brand printed across his clothing, and almost always dressed in layers that provide texture and movement; he is not without style, though one can't be certain just what that 'style' might be. A scarf flung and puckered around his throat in some less than blaring pattern, perhaps a tam o'shanter or other hat perched precariously on his head, a couple bracelets--usually of the cloth or braided sort--latched onto his wrists, a couple of sterling silver and pewter rings on his fingers, nothing seems particularly valuable, no matter their abundance. In fact, his clothes seem well-loved by their wear and care. Never loud and glaring but always in odd balance there's almost an ironic addition of some piece of tailored clothing; a tailored waistcoat, or perhaps a topcoat, or slacks or slightly worn dress shoe to any ensemble, as if he accidentally found it in his closet and decided it would give him 'class'.
He very nearly always has a tan messenger's bag slung over one shoulder, flapping against his left hip with each long, languid stride.