His "occupation" is scavenger/self-proclaimed shaman of the old
gods, hence the scraps of metal he carries. Each one, as far as he cares,
symbolizes some spirit or deity from the past. He's more than a bit eccentric.
He is rather short for a mutant goat, and appears shorter because he walks
with a perpetual hunch. His fur is greyish-blue, and he is missing patches of
it here and there. What patches there are smell bad (real bad). He is wearing
rags, though the way they are set suggests armor underneath, however his clothes
as a whole, and indeed everything he carries, seem to have been taken from
salvage. Festooned in various parts of his rags are several pieces of junk
metal, which he seems to treat with a strange form of reverence. On his back
is an old but sturdy leather backpack, inside of which seems to be a mix of more
junk and the occasional genuine piece of technology.