A broad grump looking Giff, dressed like someone who has spent far too many years traveling through dangerous places. His clothes are worn and torn, covered with leather straps, tools, and strange pieces of machinery. Parts of his body have been reinforced with metal, including one glowing blue mechanical eye.

A cigar hangs from his mouth, Smoke billowing from both massive nostrils when exhaled.

Standing beside him is a mechanical hound, built from steel and covered in the same strange blue lights as his masters eye, as well as the Visor of the war forged mask he carries on his waist belt.