Tarek is a tall chromavaft with skin like oiled pearl under a thin wash of shifting colors, as though dawn light has been trapped beneath glass. His movements are smooth and tide-like, yet every gesture ends in a sharp, precise angle, giving him the eerie grace of a blade being slowly unsheathed. One shoulder is scarred and matte, the only patch on his body that never reflects light, while the rest of him catches color in ripples of teal, amber, and violet. He wears a heavy travel cloak lined with dull iron scales, an unexpectedly practical choice that clashes with the jeweled clasps at his throat. His presence feels both courtly and predatory, like a diplomat who has learned the value of a hidden knife.