Cerrin possesses the heavy, powerful frame of a lumberjack combined with the unnerving stillness of a predator. His hands are his most striking feature, wide and scarred with a mixture of old chisel nicks and fresh combat wounds. He moves with a calculated economy of motion, never wasting a step. His face is usually set in a grim mask of focus, though his flinty gray eyes betray a deep, restless sorrow. Paradoxically, while he looks like a common laborer, his posture is that of a trained soldier.