Kharzun appears as a tall, ember-skinned outsider whose body seems forged from cracked volcanic glass. Thin seams of orange fire pulse beneath his skin, brightening whenever someone lies or obeys from fear. His movements are sudden and theatrical, alternating between a duelist's precise stillness and the loose, swaying posture of a bonfire in wind. His face is sharp and handsome in a severe way, with a split lower lip that constantly leaks a thread of harmless smoke. Six short horns curve backward from his brow like blackened candle stubs. The contradictory element is his hands: despite his immense supernatural presence, they are delicate, ink stained, and meticulously manicured, as if belonging to a patient scholar rather than a divine rebel.