Tall, poised figure moving with the quiet assurance of someone who has walked through courts and battlefields alike. Their left half is wrapped in shadow that absorbs light and seems to swallow small sounds, while the right half is draped in ceremonial silks embroidered with storm motifs that shimmer faintly with static. Scars lace their neck and forearm like lightning veins. They favors deliberate, economical movements and often tilts their head slightly as if listening to something others cannot hear. Unexpected element: when relaxed they absentmindedly hum an old lullaby in a child's voice, a clear contradiction to their severe presence.