Frank was a stout and broad creature. Most may have mistaken him for a dwarf if it wasn't for his ugly tusked maw and baleful poisonous yellow eyes. The creature stunk of musk and virality. He was more or less built like a small gorilla, being extremely muscle bound yet also possessing dexterous poise.

It was not atypical to see Frank traversing terrain more like a spider than a bipedal creature, he could easily climb walls and crawl on ceilings. This ability allowed him to lay ambushes with striking effect, though he didn't often kill his prey, but instead used them as incubators to grow his spawn.









































































Jordan appeared as your average human, standing just a hair below six feet tall. He carried himself with poise and precision, which was more or less a reflection of his martial fixation. He trained rigorously with his compatriots to be an efficient yet niche instrument of cleansing destruction.

While in Sinfar, the wary paladin often treaded carefully through hordes of hedonistic fiends and corrupt mortals. It was unlike his kind to act alone, and typically depended on the support of his brothers if the need presented itself.

He was often naïve regarding certain matters, his unfamiliarity with the extraordinary beings of Sinfar may leave him a vulnerable target for all manner of unsavory manipulation or trickery.