When you see Kagagath you think gargoyle, There is no mistaking what he is. A big lump of stone-like flesh in the shape of a winged grotesque.
By gargoyle standards he isn't terrible looking, but from human standards (and those that cling to human standards of beauty) he is a monster plain and simple, and no trenchcoat and hat is going to hide his mishaped form or temper the brutish aura that emanates from him.

Kagagath wears little, a loincloth consisting of a leather work belt with a ragged towel pulled through the front and back, with a nylon zipper pouch on the belt and some boxer's wrist wraps on his hands and wrists, all ranging from dingy grey that more or less matches his skin tone to dirty black, and all looking like they were found by dumpster diving. Strapped on the left wrist is a nylon watch strap with a compass and thermometer on it.

Kagagath is a recent arrival to the Denver scene, and a few minutes of talking to him leaves the impression he has not been a kindred for long although no one knows who his sire is. There is an Avery in the mountains where he has spent some time, but according to the gossip he did not originate there. The most one can get out of him are non-committal answers as to his origins. Rather than seeming evasive whatever he remembers from prior to his embrace is clearly unimportant to who and what he is today and he choses to ignore it.

He also leaves the impression that he would have to look up the word subtle to know what it means. He is no plotter, no conniver nor does he care what the harpies say. He is the very definition of what you see is what you get. As such most consider him mostly harmless as long as he's not coming physically after you, and even if he is most would consider him ill prepared for anything outside of pure physical combat. Still speaking to him is unsettling as the impression one gets from his gaze is that there's nothing he would like more than to rip off your arm and beat you to death with it. When he smiles, revealing the mouth full of crocodile teeth, it only seems worse.