Tall and athletically built like all of his kind, even as a Hobgoblin, Nugkrim would strike an impressive and attractive figure were it not for his midnight skin and eyes like the void. The only saving grace from marking him as a portent of The Black Star, Virhara, is the shock of short white hair atop his head; one of many souvenirs of the years he spent living among those that straddle the line between life and death. The horror of his past is writ plain on his face as is the strength of will that saw him endure the hardships of his apprenticeship. He dresses well, in fine cloth and fur and wears a slender blade at his hip. His carriage is one of unbridled confidence and his motives are kept locked securely away behind an adders smile.