As might be expected, Abban is often calm and collected, rarely acting on impulse, he weighs his choices and decisions carefully. While jiocular and open with his other crewmembers, it is rare to see him actually speak with intent to insult or anger. He doesn't prefer to intervene in affairs that aren't his, but he's often turned to as a mediator of disputes simply because of his calm and neutral demeanour. When he has free time he will spend it alone usually meditating and chanting or making ornate paintings out of the silt. Still, Abban is perfectly content speaking with other crewmen, often while working on some tattoo they have requested he do.

Abban has a deep tan complexion his skin worn tan from constant exposure to the sun, and eyes of deep violet. He keeps his hair shaven and his skin is covered ina ring of different tattoos. Symbols and icons arise amidst a vast web of words and mantras that cover his skin creating dazzling arrays that turn his flesh into a book. He is fit, but not brawny, a somewhat shirt and wiry man whose physique looks to be maintained by starvation and exercise, rather than labor or strength. For clothing he wears a Sarong and sandals. He prefers to remain shirtless in the scorching desert heat, but when either custom or environment necessitates he dons a loose, single-armed robe top. He keeps a simple and ungarnished leather belt around his waist that holds a scroll case containing a number of books in scroll-form and other pouches where he keeps his limited posessions.