When not trying to make nice with the locals, Jeren moves in a localized cloud of darkness.  From seeing him around HQ in peaceful times, as well as when he shrouds his darkness under his cloak, many would know that within the shadow stood an enormous robed High Orc.  A black scaled, heavily muscled being, with red eyes that one could imagine staring out through the darkness that usually surrounded him.  Like a thing from nightmares.

However, belying his heritage and appearance, Jeren had an easy smile, jokes for the cheerful, and often a kind word of encouragement for those in distress.  He could also deliver verbal jabs as pointed as his shoken-strikes, but as with the shokens, he usually saved those for the truly deserving.