Vraverel is incredibly well-built for a male of his species. He is well-muscled and in excellent physical health, with a mottled hide of dark chocolate and charcoal tones, and larger-than-usual tusks. Whenever he's patrolling the corridors and caverns of the Fate, he's always clad in black, matte armor, which includes sharp-clawed gauntlets to augment his natural weaponry, even if he's usually wielding high-tech guns. His hide is also covered with the countless scrawling marks of Rune-Brands.

To anyone of a race other than his own, Vraverel is physically imposing and moves with pride and arrogance. He treats visitors to the ship with suspicion and condescension, and will happily take any excuse to get strangers in very real trouble. He is especially disdainful of non-tycharis females, bordering on misogynistic, as they -- by his observations -- tend to be the "weaker" sex in other species. To females of his own kind, however, Vraverel shows the proper amounts of respect and submission, and at the same time makes sure he doesn't appear weak, himself. If he is perceived as weak, after all, it could very well mean his expulsion from the ship.