Visually, the Crowfather is haunting and ancient. He resembles a weathered crone cloaked in ragged, crow-feathered robes, standing atop desolate frozen peaks of the Veil—a realm suspended between Heaven, Hell, and Earth. His mapping suggests a man twisted and hollowed by centuries of suffering; his voice echoes in frozen canyons, whispers of, and in, forbidden knowledge, now return as. a spirit , his form, his wears were ghostly in spectral white hue form. His crow minions—loyal and deadly—swarm his throne and aid his magic, willing to sacrifice themselves to amplify his arcane power or defend against any who threaten the secrets he preserves.

Reappearing later as a spectral guide in the City of the Dead, the Crowfather aids Death. This time, his mind is clear—free of torment. He reveals the path to the Well of Souls.

Outside of the tree, Crowfather stood as faint footsteps were heard, he turned and addressed the newcomer. "It seems not only the horsemen come in search of the tree...who are you young one.?." The ethereal phantom form of the Crowfather tilted his head, as the crows stared at the newly arrival..