A seemingly harmless human man with a narrow face, soft cheeks, and a permanent look of mild apology. His left eye is milky white, threaded with faint gold veins, while his right eye remains dark brown and alert. His black hair is cut close at the sides and tied into a small, neat knot at the nape. His fingertips are stained blue from card ink, and his hands move with the careful grace of a pianist, even when he is peeling an orange. He walks with a slight stoop, yet when danger arrives his posture unfolds in one fluid motion, suddenly tall and predatory. He smells of lime peel, wet rope, and expensive clove oil. The unexpected contradiction is his smile, which is warm enough to invite confidence but never reaches either eye.