A compact powerhouse of knotted muscle standing barely over three feet tall. Barnaby is covered in a layer of permanent road dust and dried splatter, yet he radiates an aggressive cleanliness from his manicured braids. His movements are twitchy and explosive, like a coiled spring made of copper and meat. He often bears a wide, gap-toothed grin that looks more like a threat than a greeting. The most jarring element is his scent; he smells intensely of expensive lavender and spring lilies, a sharp contrast to his gore-stained gear.