Otho Brokenbrow is a broad-shouldered human whose bright red hair and beard look like they were poured from a forge. His leather armor is patched and weather-darkened, with thick fur lining at the collar and cuffs, the trim stained by smoke, salt, and old blood. His honey brown eyes are warm until a fight starts, when they harden like amber in winter light. A broken goat's horn juts from the center of his forehead, worn smooth by years of accidental knocks, ritual touches, and being left exactly where it grew after a childish dare went wrong. He moves with a rolling, predatory stride, but his posture is oddly careful, as if he is always trying not to frighten children or spill a drink. The strangest thing about him is a small, neatly sewn blue ribbon tied into his beard, a sentimental charm that seems completely out of place on a man built like a raid-engine.