Omaron is a young dwarf, his slate gray hair kept short and neat, his beard similarly cared for and festooned with various trinkets of ancient and far-flung civilizations. His blue-green eyes are reminiscient of the deep ocean, full of secrets and thirsty for more knowledge. His skin is the dark tan of one who has traveled many miles under the sun. He bears an odd, diamond-shaped shield and a traditional dwarven battleaxe. You can hear the clink of a chain shirt beneath his well worn tunic, and the rest of his clothes are tough and functional, though travelworn, patched, and mended. His speaking voice is smooth and soothing, though often punctuated by a deep, reverberating cough.