A tall, lupine figure, broad of shoulder, cloaked in dark fur. Two keen yellow eyes gleam in the night beneath his bushy brows.

Several scars mar the black skin hidden beneath his coat. A few bronze rings adorn his fingers, and silver bangles encircle his ankles. A single pearl hangs from his left ear.

Arsaces seems a civilised creature, though one made for war. He carries himself with assurance and modesty, and speaks in a deep voice touched with an Eastern lilt.