Durrak is a squat, powerfully built dwarf with a scorched black beard and ritualistic tattoos of necrotic runes etched into his knuckles. His skin is unnaturally pale, nearly gray, and his eyes have a milky white sheen that lacks pupils. He wears a breastplate that is perpetually covered in soot, hidden beneath tattered, dark robes that smell of formaldehyde.

Durrak is cold, analytical, and views life as a fleeting inefficiency. He talks to everyone, whether living or dead, with the same flat, clinical detachment. He is incredibly patient, willing to wait decades for a plan to bear fruit, and he values utility above all else. He finds the emotions of others to be confusing distractions from the pursuit of absolute control.

Durrak was once a respected architect within his clan, responsible for designing the Great Vaults. However, his obsession with 'preserving' the workforce through necrotic reinforcement led to his swift exile. Branded a heretic and cast out into the surface world, he quickly found a niche within the criminal underworld. To him, the guilds were perfect employers who didn't care about the source of his labor, only the results. Over decades, Durrak moved from simple grave robbing to high-value heists, using his magical mastery over death to bypass security and 'silence' any living witnesses. He now serves as a high-level magical consultant for various crime syndicates, using his necromancy to ensure that the dead keep their secrets and his enemies serve him in perpetuity. He views his undead servants as the only truly reliable associates he has ever known.