Shades of midnight coal and odd, ochre highlights form over a broad, tall figured tyrant. Ebraxas is every bit the epitome of a wolf carved by the mountain- severe gaze, severe muscle, severe presence. The surrounding of such a specimen is either awkward, mortified, or, in some rare occasion, intimately awed. Both a sense of pragmatism and the need to survive cross paths with any living being's emotions. As a result, the tyrant often comes across as severe and cold when greeting another, making the attempts to gain either friendship or intimacy futile and nearly impossible. Ebraxas sports a pair of hazel hues which have lost their sunny lustre; the former light replaced by a dark void and an untold story in which the cover has yet to be opened.