Inky as the night, bright blue piercing eyes, Cerberus is nearly as tall as his master. He stands with a formidable gait, his gaze intense and likely to stop a lesser being in their tracks. Accustomed to jobs of guarding, it has been his job for all eternity, raised since the very beginning to protect Hades' domain at all costs. He holds his wrath in less check than his Master or Mistress, often feeding off their emotions as if he was summoned by their anger entirely.
A wall of strength and muscle one moment, bounding doofus tripping him over himself playing the next. Cerberus is proudly devoted to his pack but nothing more than his Master Hades. The relationship between the pair is uniquely devoted, there is no one that can come between the pair.