Gallowglass/Description

Mask:

 "Gallowglass is big" is sort of like saying "water is wet"; the big galoot is massive. Well over six feet, his brawny frame is stacked with hard-earned muscle; his hands are huge, chapped with heavy labor and a life spent working with them. He has a shock of untidy brown hair parked above pale, clear eyes the shade of unripe summer wheat. His clothing is shabby; generally plain work pants, t-shirts that obviously come from an economy pack, and a raggedy tweed overcoat that he somehow keeps relatively clean.

Mien:

 It's hard to miss a gargoyle made of glass, believe it or not. The Ogre is a living, walking mirror; only some subtle sheen to his skin gives dimension and shape to his frame. He is a creature of muscle and size, a titan made of industry - random segments of hectic code flicker at his cheekbones, across his brow, down his spine. The coding of humanity is written in his expressions and gestures, sure - but there's a delay there, a blip in the programming that makes his errata of action and reaction seem as if they are practiced. Rehearsed. Encoded.

Mantle:

The Gargoyle's Mantle is very subtle, but carries the heat of the hard stare of Helios on the back of the neck.