Krazak possesses a lean, sinewy build that contradicts the typical stocky brutality of his kin. His skin is a weathered ochre, stretched tight over high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He moves with a disturbingly patient, feline grace, often standing perfectly still for minutes while observing a room. He wears thin, silver-rimmed spectacles that seem entirely out of place on a battlefield, perched precariously on his broad nose. His expression is usually one of detached, academic interest, even when discussing matters of life and death.