Gavner is an abnormally sized man, standing huge at six feet and nine inches tall with broad shoulders and arms like tree-trunks. His large body bears many a scar, though they remain mostly concealed by his clothing. Due to his size, his attire fits tight, revealing the well-toned and excessive amounts of muscle clinging to his solid frame, a clear demonstration of disciplined training and/or work. His shirt lies slightly open below his chin, the wiry hairs of his chest protruding uncouthly between the two folds of an old and worn waistcoat. His scarf is never far away, albeit of questionable quality and age.

A ragged and somewhat unkempt beard rests on his powerful jaw, meeting his hair which is cut roughly, short and dragged back from his forehead naturally by his parting. His large eye is lined by a dark brow almost always curved into a frown, his right covered by a patch; a long scar trailing beneath the black leather and his skin sports creases of age and wear – cheeks littered with ancient wounds, varying in size.

The most noticeable thing about Gavner, aside from his size, is his consistent petulance. His ever-present bitter countenance might be the second thing you notice as he seems incapable of any expression save resentment. This tall, gruff, and brooding man is a sight that would sour fresh milk. His voice, dark and deep - closely resembling the growl of a beast as he speaks with broken sentences.