Gustav is the Ventrue prince of East Berlin, a stocky man in his late 20s. His life prior to the Embrace was harsh and he looks much older, closer to 40 than 30. His hair and eyes are both the same deep black as the goatee on his chin.  His brutish features resemble those of a marble statue and show nothing that seems vaguely friendly to any but his closest associates or the people he feels could be useful. Still, his smile is contagious when he deems to use it. He never gives anything away about how he really feels. He does his best to intimidate anyone who tries to question him. He probably still thinks he is the best thing ever happened to Berlin, but that seems just a role that he needs to play with inertia with a certain pride he fails to mystify. Times have changed and after all, a part of him knows it.