Father Malchior Veyran is an imposing figure standing nearly 6'7" tall, his broad, ample shoulders filling out his lengthy purple cassock overcoat with an almost regal presence. His spiky silver hair gleams like sharp shards of ice, contrasting with the deep tan of his skin that speaks to decades spent beneath sun and stars. His bright purple eyes, unnerving in their intensity, glimmer behind round wire-rimmed glasses perched low on a defined, squared jaw. The extensive wedge-like scar streaking his left cheek cuts through the stubble of his light facial hair, a testament to battles fought. Amidst this solemn, severe image, the unexpected flutter of deep blue-tinted white gloves on his hands and the almost delicate, slow grace with which he moves—like a predator conserving energy—creates a contrast that unnerves and fascinates those who witness him. His long gold cross necklace swings steadily with each measured step, a constant reminder of his faith and crusade.