D'Hoffryn possesses the tall, athletic build of a warrior, but his celestial features are tainted. His skin is a pale, marble white, crisscrossed with faint, obsidian-colored veins that pulse when he rages. His eyes are entirely solid gold without pupils, often burning with a malevolent light. He wears tattered furs over his criminal finery, and his Greataxe is notched with use.

He is a man of few words and even less mercy. D'Hoffryn views his divine heritage as a cruel cosmic prank and takes pleasure in defiling the expectations others have of him. He is cold, calculating, and prone to sudden, terrifying explosions of violence that seem at odds with his quiet demeanor.

Born into a lineage meant to produce a great protector, D'Hoffryn was a disappointment from the moment he tasted blood and enjoyed it. He was raised in a monastic setting where his celestial nature was expected to flourish into sainthood, but he spent his youth stealing from the temple coffers and breaking the bones of acolytes who annoyed him. After being excommunicated and branded, he fled to the slums of a sprawling metropolis. There, he put his supernatural strength to work as a professional enforcer and thug for various criminal syndicates. He found that people are far more afraid of an angel who wants to kill them than a demon who does. Eventually, even the criminal underworld grew too small for his appetites, and he took to the road. He seeks to prove that no matter how bright the light inside a soul, the shadows will always be hungry enough to swallow it whole.