Cosmic Garou stands menacingly before you, a dark bluish aura surrounding his body, him giving off deadly cosmic radiation at the very moment.

His body is covered in a very hard photochromic, very dark, blue, nearly indestructible material, including his two-pronged hair. (The photochromic part is headcanon) His face, abdomen, and torso are replaced by that of galaxies, stars, and nebulas. The tops of his arms and hands have segmented, plated ridges, his shoulders having three sharp, flat protrusions that jut out as well.

“And just who the hell are you? Why haven’t you succumbed to the cosmic radiation yet, I’m standing right in front of you!”

He says, poking your forehead with a finger.