King Alveric moves with the measured gait of someone used to ceremony but scarred by conflict. He wears his hair cropped close at the temples and longer on top, swept back in a practical, imperious style. His face is sun-weathered with a long, pale scar that traces from the left brow down to the jawline, the skin puckered and slightly pale. His hands are large and ink-stained from signing decrees and callused from sword practice. He favors a heavy cloak lined in sable over practical plate so that court and battlefield both feel natural on him. Unexpectedly, he keeps a child's string of carved wooden beads tucked into the inner hem of his cloak, worn smooth by touch and smelling faintly of orange oil.