Ketev resembles a tall, jointed figure cast from living bronze, though its surface has the warm irregularities of hammered metal rather than the flawless polish of a statue. Thin seams of blue-white light pulse beneath its plates whenever it speaks. Its face is narrow and almost human, with a blunt nose, a split lower lip, and no visible pupils. A mane of black, fibrous material hangs from the back of its skull like wet horsehair, yet it moves upward in still air as if submerged. Ketev walks with measured, noiseless precision, but when angered its body begins to click and ring like a distant forge. The unexpected softness of its hands, warm and faintly callused, makes its touch more unsettling than its armor.