Mans best friend had to come from somewhere, but you'd need a pretty good imagination to see it coming from Killian. The Dog Boy is a brutally heavyset figure who stands just under seven feet in height, evidence of wolven DNA clear in every line of his body from the tip of his pointed snout to the end of his slender, bushy tail. His fur is two-tone dark grey, shading almost to white on his underbelly in a fashion that would no doubt earn him a position on the cover of a Jack London novel if anyone was running printing presses any more and he's got bright yellow-gold eyes that are just made for glaring out from the undergrowth... Or in his case, the overgrowth. His uplifting to near-humanity isn't perfect of course - his legs are digitigrade and his feet end with small, trimmed claws whilst there's just too many teeth in that long, slender muzzle for anyone to get too carried away - but he's got thumbs and he can manage a terse sentence or two and well, that's all you need for public office, right?

 Engineering aside however, it seems that the fruit hasn't fallen near the tree in his case, to judge by his attire (dealers choice of two outfits depending upon what he's doing - either battered and torn BDU's in black and white, stripped of unit markings or a well worn-in set of hunters leathers with a little denim here and there). He's plainly not in the military anymore, despite the much-clawed and occasionally scorched set of D0 armour he may be wearing if he thinks there's a need, but still goes armed at all times with a knife or two, and usually a slender longarm and pistol (which he tries to avoid using as much as possible - they're expensive to feed) and an air of hungry caution that suggests he's definately seen better times.