Alaric moves like someone used to standing guard: deliberate, economical steps with a predator's coiled patience. He stands with a slightly forward-tilting posture, shoulders ready to spring. His Longtooth heritage shows in the subtle ridge of bone above his brow, a slightly elongated jawline, and a faint wash of whisker-like hair along his cheeks. In human form his face is angular and scholarly, but when he shifts his canines lengthen and his pupils narrow to vertical slits. His hands retain the long, dexterous fingers of a scribe, but the knuckles are callused from both quill and spear. He favors layered clothing that looks scholarly from afar but is reinforced and travel-worn up close: a high-collared vest under a robe, leather bracers sewn with faint warding runes, and boots scuffed from ruin floors. Unexpectedly, his left sleeve is always rolled back and stained with old dried ink and a smear of something like rust—he claims it's from an old trap he once disarmed. The overall impression is of someone who reads by candlelight and sleeps with a sword within reach.