Covered in thick black fur from head to toe, this bugbear bears itself with a commanding presence that other of its species lack. While obviously powerful muscles are clear as he moves, Sakkaroth is no hulking brute, instead looking almost lean among others of his kind, in a way that makes danger more understated, and walks with a confidence even nobles would not easily be able to muster. His red eyes spark with uncommon intelligence, and his voice is deep and cultured whenever he deigns to speak.

While his armor is obviously something cobbled together from scraps and trophies such as fangs and claws of slain monsters, it is for in a manner that the monstrous races rarely care to do, and the breastplate of darkened and scratched steel over his torso looks menacing as well as effective. A number of spikes that can certainly be used for combat are scattered along its length, but no weapon compares to the axe he carries, the blade made of what is undoubtedly metal, yet look as some cross between gold and glass with flames trapped withing, the magic in the blade obvious to any who sees it.