Tall and slim, with wiry muscles that betray a hunter's strength, Chokahr looks at you through cold, animalistic eyes as if you were food. The young human must be in his mid-20's, though his wild hair, scruffy beard and unkempt appearance make it harder to evaluate his age precisely. His speech is coarse and simple, a rumbling voice more akin to a snarl than to the voice of a civilized individual. His clothes are torn and dirty, apparently scavenged from a person of a shorter and stockier build.

A simple necklace of bear claws bound by a leather strap hangs from his neck, just below a relatively fresh scar that could have been made by an executioner's noose. A backpack inexpertly sewn together from smelly, poorly-cured furs is slung around his shoulders, sporting a simple rope on one side, a waterskin on the other, and a dented shield on the back. Tucked in his rope belt are a worn dagger and a heavily bloodstained warhammer.