Gerrick Graymane is a broad-shouldered lionen with coal-black fur broken by white accents along his muzzle, chest, forearms, and tail tip, as if lightning has bleached him in careful strokes. His mane is a storm-dark halo threaded with a single white braid bound in bronze rings, and it crackles faintly when he grows angry or deeply focused. He wears himself like a boulder in a river, motion measured and heavy, yet he moves with surprising softness when tending the wounded. His left eye is pale gold, clouded by an old scar, while the other is a bright, piercing amber that seems to appraise the worth of every soul in the room. The contradiction that makes people remember him is his immaculate prayer beads, each polished clean, dangling from a gauntlet that is otherwise dented, blood-stained, and brutally practical.