Broad shouldered and squat in a working way. Toren's forearms are knotted with cords of old scars and raised calluses that shine faintly with embedded metal dust. His face is square, cheeks sunken from years near the forge, with a neat white streak through otherwise dark hair. His left hand is a heavy iron prosthetic, forged by himself and fitted with small, versatile clamps. He moves with a slow, deliberate gait that carries the practiced momentum of someone used to lifting hammers all day. Unexpectedly, he favors a pair of embroidered green socks visible when he sits and removes his boots, a small private luxury that contrasts with the soot and spattered leather of his everyday look.