Standing somewhat taller than average with a looming presence, Shu's pale, grey skin is leathery and almost mottled, leading several tavern patrons to mistake him for a troll, a misconception he neither confirms nor denies. His eyes are perpetually wide, shining with an almost innocent curiosity and occasional timid worry. He moves with a surprising grace for someone his size, though his swipes and strikes carry furious power. His tattered nobleman’s clothing—a once-fine coat with embroidered patterns now faded and torn—hangs off his broad frame in odd places, hinting at a former life he neither boasts nor laments. Contradicting his rough exterior, he often fidgets with small, delicate items such as paper cranes or basic puzzles he keeps hidden. He smells faintly of earth and ink, curious for an enforcer.