Tall and upright with the measured posture of someone who spends long hours bent over instruments. Misten walks as if he is still counting steps and samples; each movement is precise and economical. His half-elven features are angular and slightly worn from long nights, with a permanent faint smear of reagent stain near his right thumb. He favors plain linen shirts under a heavy, waxed leather apron lined with tiny, organized pockets. His left forearm carries a faded tattoo of a stylized scalpel and ampoule entwined, the ink half-faded where a bracelet once rubbed it away. Unexpectedly, he keeps a child's ribbon tucked into one pocket; he straightens it absentmindedly when nervous, a soft and incongruent gesture against his clinical exterior.