The very image and stereotype of the Brother Battle, Oblate Randwulfe stands an easy 6'7". Built, some may say, the size of a Vorox, Randwulfe has spent many years training and honing his skills, body and mind to be a weapon to protect humanity and the Empire.

Shaven headed, his hair would be a light blond if he allowed it to grow. His eyes are a dull and dark blue, and seem to stare through and not at people. Holding himself as a trained soldier, it is rare that Randwulfe relaxes and lets his guard down.

His usual attire, when not engaging some foul blasphemy, is simple robes. No austere clothing is needed in service of the Pancreator. He spends much of his time in prayer and practicing his skills as taught by the Order.

When on active duty his appearance is much more intimidating. His plate armour is covered in a high-necked chest plate adorned with the Order's jumpgate style cross, his greaves and pauldrons bearing his rank insignia. Made of plastic for both durability and ease of movement he stands imposing albeit not unique alongside the other Brothers. Simple, yet tough military issue boots protect his normally bare feet.

Strapped across his back is his favored weapon, a huge and brutal sword he wields with both hands. Slung across his back is also his shotgun, spare shells secured firmly in place along the strap. A thigh holster holds secure a large revolver, a true brute of an example of this type of firearm. The handle of a combat knife rises from his left boot.

Favouring more unified arms when fighting closely with the unit, he takes up his simple broadsword and shield so uniform through the Brothers. Adept with all his many methods of dealing a blow to the Symbiots, he fights as the situation dictates, switching between armaments from his personal arsenal.