To mortal eyes, Jonah's a forgettable sort. Middle-aged caucasian professional; brown hair, beardless, blue eyes and glasses. Not tall. Not short. Slender. Probably an academic, given the slightly out of date and faintly rumpled suit. Maybe a community college professor.

Supernal vision reveals something else entirely. Still neither short or tall, Scrimshaw possesses a certain strangeness of proportion. Perhaps his arms are a little too long or his hands. His flesh is pale and bone-like, the fingers ending in small, tough nails more suited to animal than man.

More disconcerting at a glance, he appears to be faceless. This is not strictly true but the mask-like features of his ivory face reveal little hint that they are actually flesh. Equally off-putting are the dark lines engraved into that pale flesh, from which he derives his name. Dark eyes are set deep in the hollows of their sockets furthering the mask-like appearance. A pair of short, forked antlers sitting from his forehead, pale as frost.