Kaelthir moves with the smooth, almost liquid grace of night shadows slipping through dense woods, his steps silent yet purposeful. His pale, almost moonlit skin contrasts sharply against a tangle of raven-black hair that falls unevenly, streaked unexpectedly with silver strands from a youthful wound, framing an angular face crowned with high cheekbones and narrow, piercing eyes that flicker violet in certain lights. His thin lips often twitch in a knowing smirk, hinting at unspoken secrets, and his left forearm is encased in a swirling, semi-translucent tattoo that seems almost alive, pulsing faintly when he draws on arcane energy. He wears dark leather armor trimmed with icy blue runes etched deep into the material, which hums softly with latent power. The contradictory element is his deliberate looseness—while his armor is meticulously maintained, his cloak drags the ground heavy with dust and frayed edges, as if he doesn't care for appearances beyond his duties.