A hulk, a body seven feet high with the bulk of two or three ordinary men. Deformed, he as an enormous hump on his back (his entire back is one great bulge), a head twice the size of that of a human, and hands so large he could close one around a man's thigh. His skin is ruddy under the layers of filth, and has coarse, blood-red hair growing on it.
Hamartin's gigantic head has a mane of matted, blood-red hair, reaching his shoulders, and his face is further framed by a Quaker beard. His nose is wide and flat, and his wide, thin-lipped mouth tends to pout.
Hamartin has large eyes, the custard-coloured eyeballs are almost entirely covered by cerulean irises. In the midst of these are small pinprick-like snow-white pupils.
Hamartin wears a tunic, baggy breeches, leather shoes and fingerless gloves. The original cut and colouring is hard to make out, as he seems to have worn them so long they have molded themselves around his misshapen body. Caked in filth, they are a grayish brown in colour, with swathes of black-brown, particularily on the lower sleeves and the front of the torso.
Hamartin stinks, he smells of piss and vomit, and stale beer. His scent is that of seedy dives, of triages, of the livestock pens of slaughterhouses. It is a subtle scent, which comes sneaking up your nose and then gradually swells to the unbearable.
