
Berghest is a terrifying fusion of goblin cunning and feral savagery. His skin is a pale, mottled green-gray, stretched over a wiry but muscular frame that radiates predatory strength. His crimson eyes burn with an unnatural intensity, and his jagged maw of fangs leaves little doubt of the beast lurking within him. Tufts of coarse, wolfish fur sprout from his shoulders and back, further blurring the line between goblin and monster. He adorns himself with crude chains and bone trinkets, not as restraints but as trophies — reminders of both his torment and triumph.
Clad only in a tattered red loincloth and savage ornaments, Berghest carries himself with the dominance of a predator that fears nothing. His posture is always forward-leaning, ready to spring, and his clawed hands twitch with restless hunger. To see him is to witness something that should not exist: a goblin elevated, twisted, and perfected by forbidden bloodcraft into a chieftain-beast who is both feared and revered.