Mans best friend, right? Well, that's what most people hope when they first run into Killian anyway. The Dog Boy is a solidly built figure who stands just a little over six and a half feet in height with his wolf heritage expressed by every line of his body, from the tip of his pointed snout to the end of his slender, bushy tail. His fur is two-tone grey, shaded to white on his underbelly in a fashion that would no doubt earn him a position on the cover of a Jack London novel if anyone was running printing presses any more. The illusion of near-humanity is not of course perfect - his legs are digitigrade and his feet end with small, trimmed claws whilst there's just too many teeth in that long, slender muzzle for anyone to get too carried away encouraging him to smile.

 He's wearing a scorched and neatly repaired set of D0 armour festooned with the usual spikes, blades and assorted vicious gadgets usually supplied to members of the Dog Pack including a slender C-20 energy pistol on one hip and the heavy barrel of an old-model C-12 slung over one shoulder next to a full-length, hand and a half sword. You know, just in case he needs to duel with a knight or something.