Standing at a towering eight foot four inches, Haris is a nightmare of biological engineering. His frame is broad and ape-like, with knuckles that nearly graze the floor and shoulders like granite boulders. His skin is a ghostly, translucent blue that offers a clinical view of the dark, knotted musculature and obsidian veins beneath. He moves with a jarring, predatory silence that contradicts his massive bulk. He hides his ruined face behind a smooth, porcelain mask of elven beauty, though the sockets burn with a fierce, unnatural red light. The contrast of his elegant, gold-stitched silk noble robes stretched over his monstrous physique creates an aura of refined savagery.