Despite having been born a regular human, Howler has since embraced a more bestial side of his being. The irises of his wide-set eyes are yellow and the canines are pointed fangs. Together with the pointed ears and wild, dark-brown hair and beard the impression arises that there is something distinctly lupine about him.

Going only by his height of five feet four Howler could easily be mistaken as the runt of the litter. A closer observation reveals thick muscles under taut, hairy skin, an agile, loping gait and the bearing of a man who has all the confidence in the world in his physical skills.

Usually he wears a simple t-shirt to frayed jeans in varying states of cleanliness. His heavy combat boots are scuffed and the only part of his clothing that looks newer and in better repair is the heavy, brown armored jacket. Altogether that ensemble would not even draw a second look in the places he usually haunts, if it weren’t for a musty, grey wolf’s pelt attached to the jacket’s shoulders and hanging down his back nearly like a cloak. A perceptive observer might also catch a glimpse of a gun in a holster under the jacket and a combat knife dangling from his belt.