Faris is a tall man with shimmering, alabaster skin that seems to catch the light even in total darkness. His hair is a brilliant silver, kept strictly braided back, and his eyes are a piercing, pupil-less white. He wears polished chain mail over deep blue vestments, and his movements are controlled and economical.

Faris is a bastion of composure and precision. He speaks with a flat, calm cadence and rarely shows strong emotion, believing that feelings are temporary distortions of the objective truth. He is deeply devoted to the idea of a universal clockwork, where every being has a predetermined place and function.

Faris was left at the threshold of a great cathedral of balance as an infant, his celestial heritage marked by the soft glow of his skin. Raised by ascetic monks, he learned that chaos is the ultimate enemy of existence. He does not view his healing magic as a gift of mercy, but as a necessary repair for a vessel that still has work to perform in the grand design. Throughout his life, Faris has struggled with the high expectations placed upon him due to his Aasimar blood. He found solace in the absolute rigidity of divine law, where every action has an equal and opposite consequence. Now, he travels to restore order where it has been disrupted, acting as a living anchor for the laws of the multiverse.