In his most seen form, Rehom, who's name is Lycan for Raven, stands at 6'9", though at the age of fifty, he will begin to grow again. All Lycans do. This is his human form. His hair, cropped short when he was captured, has grown out long, to his lower back, and is the color and gleam of raven feathers when clean. His skin is tanned, for no fur has protected his skin from the sun for sixteen years. His eyes are a hard gold, calculating your every move, wondering if you are the next master. He is well muscled, from the labor work, and his current master dresses him only in a breech clout, a small rag over the genitalia. Across his body are countless scars, whip lashes from his earlier years of being a slave. There are scars at the corners of his mouth from harsh metal gags, as seen in the picture. Around his neck is a metal collar. No regular keyhole can be seen, only a minuscule hole. On the inside of the collar, there are cruel looking spikes. Further measure to prevent his Shifting into her birth form. His usual expression consists of quiet anger, and vestiges of hate. But towards other slaves of his race, there is a sad love.

When he was free, you saw him in his birth form at all times. His fur was the same raven blue black of his hair. He stood at an average 7'4" Though he has grown in height. His golden eyes were happy, carefree. Under his fur his muscles were coiled and powerful, but lithe.