A strapping fellow, easily eight feet tall, with bright black hair and blue eyes. His face is tanned and windburned, and the roughly-patched holes in his leather tunic reveal rippling cords of muscle, particularly on his left arm.  He has perfect teeth, sensible boots, and no obvious weapons.
His right arm is simply missing, that sleeve hanging in a loose knot from the shoulder. Where the arm should be, a long and somewhat spectral appendage made of blue fire extends from a "vanishing point" above his shoulderblades out to where his right arm should have ended. Its claws and scales are distinctly draconic, and it looks, if that is even possible, still more muscular than his left arm is.

He radiates good cheer, speaks Common like a kettledrum rolling down a mountain, eats like a house on fire, bakes like a Deva, and has a reputation for standing up for the common folk-- especially when they're in danger of becoming "collateral damage" at the hands of some so-called hero, godking, dragon, etc.  He's always open to new dishes, new vistas, and new cries for help.


His allies know him to be a master of stealth and disguise, as well as a sturdy melee combatant who can absorb a great deal of punishment while disabling enemies in a decent section of the battlefield.  He is also incongruously well-informed about every field of human inquiry, from ancestry to zoology, though he has a particularly visceral fascination with anatomy.  In his free time, he is an expert magical craftsman, able to make anything that a mage of any natural strength [cough*before epic*cough] could make.