Yvar Venefal is a stocky man, standing at 5'11" (he claims to be 6') and somewhere in the range of 210lbs. His bright yellow eyes contrast heavily with a barely contained mane of dark curly hair, which extends down into a set of sideburns and a goatee. His voice is raspy and echoes, and he constantly reeks of dried blood. His clothes are not much better, usually consisting of whatever clean leathers and furs he managed to get his hands on at the time, and wrapped with at least a half dozen belts.

Despite his ghastly appearance, his demeanor is always cheery. He is never found without a smile on his face and loves to surround himself with people.