7'6" tall, 345 lbs with broad shoulders over a yard wide and a chiseled physique build from a life of hard physical labor and gladiator training. Deep brown skin, green eyes, course black hair pulled into a pony tail, sharp tusks protrude from his lower jaw. When not armored up in the arena, he wears simple brown linen breeches and blue shirt with a robe demoting his affiliation with his gladiator stable. On his belt is a very large knife peace bonded with a silver cord.

He understands the reality of society and how his looks and race impact his dealings with the public at large.  He uses his reputation to grease the wheels when dealing with people whenever possible. That said, he tries to be fair with people in his his everyday dealings.  When people annoy him, he sometimes plays up the stupid ogre stereotype and responds in broken Imperial just to annoy them back and waste their time.

He is a follower of the Ogre God, Niabosy but also occasionally offers tribute to the goddess, Matkosh. He will tell you about them if asked, but he does not evangelize to others.