A short, scrawny wanderer fresh out of adolescence and equipped with exotic armor, weapons, and an ill-gained sense of invulnerability. Saikhan has a sharp look with dark, shaggy, somewhat short hair and beady, golden eyes that lend themselves to a piercing stare.

Saikhan's expression is always a disapproving scowl, with sunken, baggy eyes and a constant frown or sneer. Saikhan has a voice that tries a little too hard to sound deep, conspiring with the soldier's youthful and androgynous looks to effectively emasculate the poor trooper.

With clothing that tends towards hard leather coats, knee-length hauberks and a shotel strapped to the side, one might get the impression of a warrior, but, the lack of scars and noble cut of Saikhan's clothing might say otherwise. Underneath the crisp aroma of scented bath oils lies the pungent smell of opium.