His skin is craggy and rugged, the rich red-brown of unworked flint from his shaved pate to his toes, darkened only by slate-grey hair at the brows. Dark eyes match his hair, knowledgeable and quick to take in their surroundings. Garbed in the rough-spun robes and sandals of an itinerant monk Yukti could be any normal Immaculate monk on his rounds, save for the truly gigantic warhammer he carries on his back that marks him as one of the Dragon-Blooded. Unpolished is possibly the best word to describe Yukti's appearance as if the Exalt were a statue half complete.

His voice is surprisingly polished and smooth however, the sort of cultured voice that comes of a lifetime spent preaching to groups large and small, practiced and mellifluous and cultivated into as much of a weapon as his fists have been shaped to be.