Not as wide, hardy, surly, or even tall as most dwarves, Dagfinnr Brokkrson presents an almost comical cut. A large, fiery, and wild mane and beard on an oversized head atop a small body with stumpy limbs leaves him barely more than waist-high to most burly Northlanders and top-heavy with a waddle as he walks or a full-body side-to-side twist when he's forced to run. Almost hidden by his bushy brows and bulbous nose are weary green eyes lined with wrinkles and around his right eye and down his right cheek is a large scar in the shape of a complicated rune and even inlaid with fine hacksilver chains held in place by the scar tissue healing in around them.

He dresses head-to-toe in a thick cold-weather suit of red fabric and brown fur--these cold climates of Midgard being deadly for those of lesser body mass--and keeps a leather satchel with him at all times. This satchel, when emptied on the ground as he does each morning to study, contains various oddities--Dragon scales, Jötunn toenails, Wyvern stingers, and such--all with runic carvings on their faces and lengths. Among his belongings is also something rare in the northlands: a silver crossbow of fine Dvergar craftsmanship named "Embarnibrúðr," or "Impregnator of Brides." Although at it's core Embarnibrúðr is a nigh unparalleled instrument, it has seen better days and over time, and in Dagfannr's care, has: been modified with a jury-rigged enhancement to aid in reloading, had its name carved into the stock with an unsteady hand and poor instruments, been patched in places with half-melted hacksilver, and been decorated with random baubles dangling from the rail.