Kyle is a towering figure with pale, lithic grey skin marked by patterns that resemble veins of marble. He maintains a disciplined soldier's posture, with hair cut into a strict military buzz. He wears his old legionary vest over thick leather straps, and his knuckles are heavily scarred from both brawling and drills. He stands 7 feet 4 inches tall and weighs nearly 300 pounds of solid muscle.

Kyle is surprisingly soft spoken for his size. He speaks in short, declarative sentences and dislikes ambiguity. He approaches combat like a job, showing little emotion until his primal rage takes over. He values punctuality and believes that a man's worth is found in his reliability.

Kyle was a career soldier in the White Peak Legion, a unit tasked with holding the narrow passes against invading orc tribes. For twelve years he was the ideal soldier, dependable and unbreakable. His life changed when his entire century was caught in a magical avalanche that was clearly not of natural origin. He survived by tucking into a crevasse and using his goliath heritage to harden his skin against the crushing ice, but he was the only one. When the rescue teams finally found him three days later, he was still holding his post in the snow. He was honorably discharged due to the psychological toll of the loss. However, Kyle cannot rest knowing that a mage might have caused the disaster. He now travels as a mercenary, applying his military discipline and cold fury to the search for whoever cast the spell that buried his friends.