Tall and thin with the quiet posture of someone used to leaning over benches and bubbling retorts. He moves with deliberate, economical gestures as if every motion is measured to avoid spilling reagents. His silver hair is tied back in a loose knot threaded with a strip of faded green leather. One eye is clear glacial blue, the other a warm amber. His robe is deep green, embroidered with arcane sigils in copper thread that catches the light like veins of metal. Around his wrists are delicate burn scars and tattooed formulas in faint ink. Unexpectedly, one fingertip is missing the nail and always stained with indigo, suggesting he still tastes test mixtures with his fingers despite his profession.