Roderick is a tall, plump figure bathed in earthen tones and ash. One might even go as far as to call him fat, but they'd be mistaken; he is quite fluffy, fooling those around him to think he's a lazy good-for-nothing when in reality he's a hunk of muscle underneath the whole façade. His muzzle is stout and short, his skull broad and thick. Picture a very small mammoth with pointy ears, or a very handsome bear. He carries a few hunting scars, the most notable ones being the one across the bridge of his nose and a collection of them on his right hind leg. They are faded, old and do not hinder him in any way anymore. His eyes are a reflection of autumn, dark yet warm and preparing for a new beginning.