Madrid is an omnipotent barbarian, what seems like smokey grey rivulets spewing over a sable satin pelt. An extra toe conjoins with the left and right paw causing it seem extremely gargantuan. Astringent sepia visionaries protruding a ghast and cantankerous soul. A voice of labyrinthine, incongruous melodies rumbles when he speaks. A ring of gold glimmers from his ear tip and from around his left forepaw, representing his horrendous past with human capture. A silver shackle collar with dragging chains on each side that scrapes over the ground when the beast moves.
He always has the need to lead, either leading his clanmates to victory in battle or successes in other areas. The cantankerous and bossy attitude he inhabits gives a frightening stance about him. No one understands the way he acts, he seems like an extra terrestrial shadow slinking among the Clan. Most people know to stay away from the malicious barbarian, and those who don't, never come out without scars. Madrid stands for no one, he doesn't give shit about family, only war. He couldn't care less about weak or injured surroundings, he wouldn't show pity to anyone or anything.