A tall Drow whose skin is the ink-dark matte typical of his people, but whose white hair falls in a single, long braid down his back. His body is heavily scarred: pale ribbons of healed flesh cross his chest and forearms like ritual maps. He wears polished plate whose blackened steel seems buffed to mirror-sheen along its edges and scoured matte elsewhere to avoid unwanted reflections. A battered greatshield hangs at his back with the faded sigil of the city guard carved into it. Unexpectedly, his left ear is pierced with a wooden bead threaded on sinew, a rustic token from the surface where he once walked. When he moves he is economical and almost dancerlike, a careful predator tempered by the slow, measured discipline of a commander.