Shustal (an old T'skrang term that means 'No more need be said' is a tall, rangy and very hard-muscled member of his semi-aquatic species with a deep, even blue-green coloration that's almost entirely on display because he's wearing not much more than a couple of feet of hide strapping and a minimalist loincloth, the better to show off an extensive range of artistically executed tattoos that run over his limbs and body - all representational - that describe what a well-traveled individual would recognize as the beasts and spirits of the Servos jungle.

 There's usually a long, slender blowpipe pole on a braided sinew loop over his shoulder and what looks like a gourd turned into a carry-case on one side of his hip that probably contains ammunition for it, opposite a carefully wrapped stone bladed axe on the other... Beyond that he has a hide roll of seemingly hand-made possessions and that's about it, top to bottom... A proper little saurian Tarzan.

 For dwelling in the desert conditions that prevail locally however, he's taken to the tribal custom of smearing himself in rendered animal fat, which in accordance with his own traditions he's mixed with mineral pigments to permit the replication of his body paints in kind of a moisture retentive sunscreen. It's not entirely fragrant but in the water poor conditions of the open wastes, it's at least no worse than anyone else.