Iclos Scarcreek is a dwarf of perfect age. He has well-groomed hair and beard of brown and auburn colors with streaks of gray. His eyes are a grayish green, but with an intense look, although radiating more wisdom than intelligence. He is tough as a nail, and has spent most of his adult life aboard ships as a sailor, brewer and minister. He likes to board new ships and will try to convince passengers and crew to make the necessary sacrifices to please the malicious goddess he represents.

His mood can shift quickly from careful optimism to certainty of imminent death. He has been greatly affected by events in his youth, when his family and a big portion of his clan was aboard a ship in a storm. Iclos was the only survivor, as far as he knows. When he was drifting alone, clutching a broken mast, he swore to dedicate his life to the goddess of seas and storms if she let him live. So that happened.