Bristling with suppressed ferocity, his lean form crossed with scars from fang and claw, Mkoll emanates a predatory grace and menace together with carefully contained energy. Curved tusks protruding from a jutting lower jaw make it easy to dismiss him as a brutish savage. He stands head and shoulders over even the tallest of his chosen at a few inches under nine foot, though his physique is much the same as theirs, and his keen yellow eyes betray that he sees far much more than them. Braided hair sweeps back over his skull and then swings free almost to the base of his spine, his grey-green leathery hide marked with old wounds and a patchwork of scars

Fully unveiled, his bestial nature is amplified - his tusks and claws more prominent, his stance more feral, his embrace of all his senses - sight, hearing, scent.