Fenwick moves with a quiet grace, his steps light and calculated, as if the floor beneath him were an elaborate puzzle. His skin, a pale mossy green with a faint swirl of freckles, contrasts sharply with his impeccably white, tightly curled hair that seems almost too bright for his shadowy profession. His eyes are a shimmering silver, reflective like quicksilver, hinting at his ability to see through deception. Surprisingly, he wears a patchwork cloak of vibrant, clashing colors—deep crimsons, emerald greens, and sapphire blues—which draws attention in direct contradiction to his stealthy nature. This peculiar garment is riddled with hidden pockets and tiny bells that he instinctively silences when needed. His fingers are consistently ink-stained from his habit of jotting coded notes, and his nails are unusually neat for a rogue, almost prim. Standing just 3'7", his slim frame belies surprising strength and agility.