Kaelith stands with a graceful but guarded posture, his skin a vibrant, warm apricot hue that seems to catch the light even in deep shadow. His horns are not the jagged crown of a typical tiefling; they are two smooth, obsidian spirals wrapped meticulously in silver wire. He carries a scent of expensive jasmine and sharp ozone. His movement is rhythmic and deliberate, like a man walking through a temple. The most striking element is his left hand, which is perpetually white and cold, seemingly drained of color as a result of his pact.