Simon is an imposing figure, standing nearly eight feet tall with the typical lithic skin of a Goliath. His flesh is a dark charcoal gray, crisscrossed with glowing orange patterns that resemble cooling magma. Unlike most of his kin who wear trophies of bone, Simon wears practical climbing leathers trimmed with the thick, black fur of mountain goats. He carries a massive lute made of polished basalt and brass, which looks more like a club in his hands.

Simon is surprisingly measured and articulate for a mountain dweller. He speaks with a deep, resonating resonance, treating every conversation as a formal negotiation. He values precision in language and rarely raises his voice, believing that the truth should be heavy enough to carry its own weight. He is patient but holds everyone, including himself, to a rigorous code of conduct.

Born in the Ashpeaks, Simon belonged to the Fire-Walker tribe, a group of Goliaths who lived on the precipice of an active volcano. While his peers focused on the physical trials of the ascent, Simon became fascinated by the legalities and blood-debts that governed tribal peace. He realized that a single well placed word could prevent a bloodbath that would decimate their already small population. He left his tribe not because he was exiled, but because he was appointed as a traveling 'Truth-Speaker', a diplomat intended to represent the mountain clans in the lower valleys. He spent years wandering the wastes, mediating between nomadic tribes and small settlements, learning that eloquence is the sharpest tool a survivalist can possess. He carries the traditions of the mountains in his songs, but his true power lies in his ability to deconstruct an argument until only the raw truth remains. To Simon, the wild is not just a place of survival, but a place of absolute, unyielding law that must be respected and spoken aloud.