Tall and spare with the long, angular build common to his people, he moves with a deliberate economy that makes his presence feel larger than his frame. His skin is dark-amber and bears the faint network of pale, almost translucent veining of old arcane scars that pulse faintly when he casts. His eyes are pure white, pupil-less and luminous, as if reflecting star-milk; they make people glance away then back in a nervous loop. He wears plain, well-worn clothes in muted gray-brown; the fabric is soft and unadorned yet impossibly clean at the cuffs. Unexpectedly, the inside of his left sleeve is embroidered with tiny silver constellations invisible unless held to moonlight, and his left hand is ringless while his right hand bears a simple brass ring warped with a tiny crack.