Veyren Laurelson is a tall, rangy shifter with the elegant bones of an old noble house and the restless stance of a hunted stag. His skin is a weathered ash-brown with pale freckled patches across the shoulders and throat that resemble lichen on bark. When calm, his face is almost refined to the point of severity, but when alert his cheekbones sharpen, his ears angle high, and his eyes deepen into a bright amber that seems to catch unseen movement. A neat scar splits one eyebrow, while a longer one, faint and silvered, disappears into the collarbone. He moves with quiet, deliberate grace, yet there is something contradictory about him, because his hands are ink-stained like a scholar's and his apron is spotless except for one stubborn wine-red mark over the heart. His antler-shift often manifests as short velvet-covered crowns that gleam like polished walnut in firelight.