A lean young man with the restless poise of someone who never fully stands still, as if listening for a distant bell only he can hear. His skin is warm bronze with a faint sheen like oiled wood, and his thick dark hair is shaved close on the sides while the top falls into uneven braids threaded with copper wire and tiny wax seals. His left eye is a clear river green, his right eye a cloudy pale gold from an old lantern-burn scar that makes him look both charming and slightly haunted. He wears a neat courier's coat over practical travel leathers, but the coat lining is embroidered with funeral lilies in bright celebratory red thread, a contradiction that makes strangers stare. He smells faintly of ink, rain, and cold smoke, and when he moves it is with a dancer's light feet and a scribe's careful hands.