Drim is a squat, soot-stained figure who smells perpetually of sulfur, peppermint, and ozone. His once-magnificent auburn beard is now a scorched, uneven thicket of blackened hair, a testament to decades of lab accidents. His skin is etched with fine, silvery scars from chemical burns, and his left eye is perpetually squinted as if looking through a jeweler's loupe. His hands are thick and calloused, notably missing the pinky finger on his right hand. He moves with a surprisingly quiet, nimble gait for a dwarf, though he often stops abruptly to sniff the air for gas leaks. Contradictory to his rugged, messy exterior, he wears a pair of exquisitely crafted, gold-rimmed spectacles that he treats with obsessive care.