A tall, lean man who moves with deliberate economy. His face is pale and angular with the faint, spiderwebbed scars of old ritual burns that shimmer under certain lights. He keeps one sleeve rolled to expose a lattice of faded tattoos that crawl like veins and rearrange when he speaks incantations. His left eye is a clear, unsettling gray the color of river ice. His right eye is golden-brown but the pupil is vertically flecked with tiny silver sigils, a subtle mark of an arcane bargain. He smells faintly of frankincense and wet parchment. He wears his hair in a long, single braid that hangs to his waist, threaded with bits of metal and bone. Unexpectedly, he wears a child's red ribbon tied into the braid near the end, an odd, tender contrast with his sinister presence.