Carver stands at an even 1.3m, 52kg. Almost all the hair on his head is shorn close to the skull, barely showing with an auburn off-black color. This gives the impression of a full-head five o'clock shadow. He tends to favor shorts (which come down below the knees on him), high-topped combat boots, simple t-shirts and a black leather longcoat. His eyes are almost an identical shade as his hair, and flit nervously when the implanted cyberspecs aren't slotted into position. Proportions aside, he looks "generically Japanese" - high cheekbones, weak chin, rounded ovoid face, and thin lips. His Koro-pok-guru metatype results in a lot of his stubble over much more of his face than a typical Japanese man would feature. He is, by all appearances, a street samurai and little more than a gun for hire.

With a second spent assensing, an interesting contradiction comes up. Yes, he has simple cyber mods - mostly in the eyes, ears and head, but he is also a physical adept. In his hands, pistols are an expression of art. Knives, even more so. Carver falls somewhere between a warrior of a forgotten age and a doctor up-to-date on all the latest procedures. Whatever the reason for putting a knife in you, Carver is a professional through and through. Though he shies away from unnecessary killing, it is unclear exactly where the boundary between medic and merc lay.

"Sumbitch cost me over 2000 nuyen on a pit fight. Was betting on Bronco, and that midget steps in, pulls out a pair of nine inch nails and wails on the troll until he couldn't stand none and was callin for his mom. I get my hands on that half-pint and..." -Slick Willie, Hustler

"I tellya one thing, him and that other doc Thaden are tough as hell. We were handlin' the sec contract on that clinic o' theirs a while back. Some stupid daisy-eater slags start gunning down the place. We shoot back 'cause nobody fucks around in orktown without hearin from us, but Thaden starts wading into the shit with an SMG and a medkit in hand. Carver kept popping outta nowhere, guttin people with his knives or cappin' them from around corners. When all was said and done, they patched us up, demanded double guards with no price hike, and started carving up them elf gangers for parts. I got capped real nasty-like, and Carver pulls me back into surgery, pulls out my liver and slaps in one of the still warm elf-scraps.
What can I say, Twizzler's got a little Elf in him, and this's the only way I'd take it." -Twizzler, Ganger

"[screaming in Filipino]" -Carver's landlady

"Oh, he's real sweet guy. Got a thing for the real big ladies, though. All the Troll hookers we ever heard of have talked to him once or twice. Orks too, sometimes, but I heard they don't exactly 'do it' for him. You think it's still a fetish if he's the short one?" -Candy, Hooker