Darkwater cuts a fairly imposing figure with his inhuman frame laid out long and lean for a Lizardfolk and topped with a brightly coloured crest the shade of a bronze-sky sunrise. His features are much like his build - lean, graceful and with a distinctly keen quality that like his kin, sets him apart from many of the other tribes of the People, one only enhanced by the definite glow of intelligence in his yellow-gold, slit-pupil gaze.

 His jaw is set with even sets of small, sharp fangs and he's fastidious with the care of the neat claws on each hand and the supple, green-cream scales of his body and his standard clothing - while little more than a kilt and leather harness for his possessions - is well-made and braided, with little elements of decoration that speak to the wealth and friends the Dawnshore have made in their wandering, wandering which has also given him a number of appropriately impressive scars, including some shallow but persistent-looking bite marks around the neck and shoulders.

 He bears few obvious weapons beyond those nature has gifted him with, but he almost always has a few large bags of well-tooled leather on or around him, carrying goods and gifts from one people to another.