Johann Sebastian Bach takes the appearance of a young man. His face is soft, somewhat pale, and, if you are sensitive to such things, harbors an intensity of unknowable depth beneath his polite smile. The dark pools of his eyes feature small, reddish rings around the pupil.
He is dressed rather well for his day, in the standard costume of gilet and breeches, a dark blue justaucorps, embroidered with delicate patterns in silver. His white powdered wig is well-kept and decently fashionable. But a couple inaccuracies here and there prevent him from being a perfect example of the historical costume. His boots, for example, are quite anachronistic, and dangling from one of the pockets on his overcoat is a pair of goggles. Over everything, a traveling cloak billows - he must be on his way towards somewhere.