A creature who once existed only in art and folklore; a conduit for prayer. Now he is very real.
Zuul towers over those who would worship at his feet. This was why he had often been depicted kneeling or in some other way prostrated before the public. He is long and fluid in his movements, his six limbs gliding about their business quite effortlessly. His pairs of arms are very nearly equal in size; in fact, any difference might either be easily ignored or completely overlooked. Each hand bares two thumbs, one on either side of his palm. (A thumb in place of a pinky.) His flesh is nearly white, brushed with pink in most places. It gives him a constant flush which only heightens the sense of unending empathy and raw vulnerability they might see in him. Markings flush under his nose and lips, dotting a line at either side of his long, curving forehead. His eyes are small and nearly red throughout, set in deep sockets of that same flushed hue. His jaw is long and strong, and his face bears what may in fact be an eternal smile. The conduit's voice rolls low and smooth and comforting, always.
As a messenger between Man and the Gods, Zuul has spent a long existence being both revered and humbled. Now of the physical world, he expresses this with his head held high but with hands most often kept close to his body--all of them, you know. He is learning to live in this place, and is learning that the emotional, confiding connection he feels with mankind is both a blessing and curse.