Vaneria is a lean moon elf with the stillness of a drawn bow and the nervous precision of a pickpocket at work. His skin has the pale sheen of wet river stone, with faint silver freckles across his cheeks that catch the light like scattered coins. He wears his dark hair long and braided close to the scalp on one side, while the rest falls in a loose, ink-black curtain that is always somehow immaculate even after a fight. One eye is clear winter blue, the other is a burnished gold from an old alchemical accident, and the contrast makes his gaze feel both amused and appraising. He moves without wasted motion, but there is an unexpected softness to his hands, as if he were more accustomed to turning pages or playing a lute than gutting guards. His clothing is tailored thief-black layered with muted teal lining, all fine enough for a noble court and reinforced enough for a rooftop chase, and he wears a silver throat charm that looks decorative until you notice the hidden lockpick filed into its back.