Tokul is quite cold and despondent, after years spent in isolation during his youth. Inwardly, his emotions are in a wild turmoil, conflicting with his outward behavior.

He is quite reclusive and detached from reality, his mind constantly wandering. There are brief moments of lucidity whereupon he can cite astonishing facts about cultures, a noble family or other seemingly random piece of information.

However, these are all puzzle pieces to a calculating and thoughtful person. Tokul is careful in consideration of every action, event or plan; knowing there are reactions and repercussions that could be long-lasting.

Tokul has a contorted visage, one that has been refined by years spent in the outlying desert wastes. His body has been cruelly sculpted into one of magnificence but at significant psychological costs.

His maw is much sharper and chiseled compared to his tribe's normally rounded, humanoid features. Tokul's scales have begun to bleach from the prolonged exposure to sunlight; diminishing from its original cerulean tone to a faint powder blue. His eyes have sunken deeper into his face, losing their original humanoid shape in favor of a larger pupil.

Tokul's frame is thin and wiry, but extremely fit and lean. His stance is usually hunched, rarely ever stiff or standing straight; misleading opponents and prey about his true agility and height.

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Tokul usually adorns himself with various parts from wildlife; horns and teeth dangle from his neck as skulls and bones are attached to his clothing. He has a penchant for scrimshawing his collection of animal parts while in meditation or deep conversations.

Keen eyes can identify that Tokul suffers from tics: a long-term side-effect from solitude. He will periodically click his claws against one another, in a steady thrumming rhythm. During conversations, his arms will fidget and cross, over and over until finding a comfortable position; another side-effect of never being able to feel safe in one place too long.