Vark stands as a towering, slightly hunched figure with skin the color of wet river clay and a texture like weathered peat. His movements are unnervingly fluid, reminiscent of a spider skittering across a web, yet he maintains a heavy, grounded presence. His most striking feature is the vibrant, neon-blue lichen that grows in patterns across his broad shoulders like living tattoos. While he smells of damp earth and rotting vegetation, he wears a pair of exquisitely crafted, polished black silk gloves that he never removes, providing a sharp, aristocratic contrast to his otherwise moss-covered silhouette.