Muskyur stands about 130 cm tall with a wide, muscular frame that seems carved from the earth itself. His skin is a textured tapestry of rich brown bark-like hardness, deeply grooved and covered sporadically with patches of vibrant green moss and myriad colorful mushrooms sprouting like living jewels from his shoulders and scalp. His hair resembles living moss, thick and wild, dotted with red-capped toadstools and delicate violet fungi. His amber eyes shimmer with golden flecks, glowing faintly in dim light, reflecting centuries of wisdom and vigilance. His movements are deliberate and slow, each step weighted but purposeful, evoking the unyielding resolve of an ancient oak. Yet, paradoxically, there’s a softness to the slow sway of his gait, a gentle flexibility beneath his solid form, reminding observers of supple branches swaying in a breeze. He seldom speaks, communicating mostly through quiet mumbles and subtle nods, wrapped in an air of stoic mystery.