Hayim is a startling sight for an elf, possessing a soft, gelatinous build that defies the typical svelte grace of his kin. His skin is a sickly pale blue with murky green undertones, reminiscent of stagnant pond water. He is completely bald, a fact he clumsily conceals with a sweat-stained, tattered silk keffiyeh. His movements are heavy and lacking in coordination, often leading to him tripping over his own oversized boots or snagging his gear on low-hanging branches. He carries himself with an unearned, chest-puffed swagger that highlights his protruding belly. Despite his slovenly look, his fingers are adorned with a dozen mismatched, ostentatious rings, and his eyes have a frantic, opportunistic glimmer that betrays his inner greed.