Dressed in layered garbs and hidden behind an upside down mask, Arkan struck a mysterious figure. He had a gladius sword strapped to his hip, and strange brandings imprinted along his bandaged arms and hands. He spoke with an air of authority to smoothen out the cracked texture of his broken voice, and carried himself with purpose and dignity.

His skin was dark and damaged extensively by heavy exposure from the sun, riddled with pockmarks and scars. The air around him sometimes crackled with electricity when he grew agitated.