Rovan Vex is a compact forest gnome with weathered hands, a face lined by soot and clever smiles, and a posture that seems half-hunched from habit and half-ready to spring into motion. His skin is warm oak-brown with faint silver freckles across his nose, as if someone dusted him with mica. He wears a velvet waistcoat of deep plum over oil-stained leather, but the tailoring is immaculate, each button polished until it gleams. His left sleeve is always spotless while his right cuff carries permanent scorch marks. He moves with quick, deliberate little steps that somehow still feel graceful, like a fox threading through tall grass. An unexpected touch of elegance hangs over him in the form of a single white silk glove on his left hand, worn in memory of his wife, even when everything else about him suggests a tinkerer who lives among sparks, soot, and wire.