Possessing a lean physique, and average height, Klyn Cors doesn't stand out in a crowd of his fellow humans. Not that he would try to bring attention to himself. Beneath his clothing however, his body paints a tale. Tight, wiry muscle makes up his body, though he possesses an a deliberate grace in every step. A lightly bearded, some would say handsome handsome, face is visible to the world when he is bereft of his welding goggles. His normally unkempt dreadlocked hair, combined with his black facial hair and brown eyes would not mark him as remarkable, except for the odd, almost distractedly intense stare he seems to have permanently attached to his visage. Normally clad in the rugged mechanic jumpsuits that can be found on uncountable number of worlds, Klyn looks very much the grease monkey that he is. Always dangling belts full of tools, and covered with engine grease, it is not difficult to guess the man's profession.

When the young human is outside of the presence of others, or is perhaps alone with individuals he really trusts, they would find him to be a very complicated individual. On the one hand, he is filled with bitterness over the fate of his family, and the loss of his old life. This simmering anger can sometimes be seen by brooding funks he can fall into. However, on the other hand, Klyn has a kind of quiet altruism about him, and despite the grim actions he is willing to undertake to survive, he is not truly an angry person. Indeed, when things look their most dark, he can be found making dry quips and deadly one-liners. Behind his often socially unaware remarks, a keen mind thirsting for knowledge is harbored, and Klyn often surprises people with his deductive reasoning, and logical thought processes.

"It is only when they go wrong that machines remind you how powerful they are."