Morose, grim, and stubborn to a point, Mortarion stands at an imposing ten feet tall. Pale and thin from his upbringing on the toxic world of Barbarus, Mortarion's legendary feats of endurance and perseverance would kill a normal man if they had as sickly a complexion as his. His eyes peer out from beneath his hood in an unfocused milky white haze. Always wears his signature brass power armor, the Barbarian Plate, and cloak on top of it. Would most likely wear green robes if he ever took it off.