Arkhan was a beast of a man, looming at a little over seven feet in height and half that across, he was possessed of curious proportions, relatively short arms and legs that were forged from thick power muscle that attached to a solid fleshy core. The strong arms led down in sharp lines towards his relatively huge hands, thick fingers that capped with pointed black nails.

His head was large and maned with wirey dark hair that bristled back, usually swept into a warriors top knot, his face was harsh, a sloping brow and lantern jaw with a wide twisted mouth, coupled with the almost flat broken nose it gave him almost a beastial maw. One of his eyes had been savaged, scarred over. Almost always covered by a wrap. The other a molten gold, black scalera and pupil contrasting sharply.

Despite his towering stature and ancient scars that carved into his flesh he appeared mostly. . human, just a huge beastial man. However sometimes, the flash of red beneath his cloak, and admittedly, the large red tail that snaked across the ground behind him when he stepped, told of something else.