Lean, theatrical figure who moves with staccato gestures and sudden stillness. Vex favors layered robes that look at once worn and ceremonially pristine. They keep a string of small, mismatched bells at their waist that chime in unpredictable rhythms when they walk. Their left sleeve is singed and repaired with dark thread, a visible scar crosses the right side of their jaw, and their right hand bears faint inked sigils from years of ritual practice. Against the soft, cultured cadence of their speech, their eyes sometimes flare with a feverish light that suggests both inspiration and exhaustion. An unexpected element: the prophet's boots are meticulously clean and polished despite their general ragged look, as if they prepare for pilgrimage at any moment.