Kaveh moves with a fluid grace that belies his wiry frame, like a reed bending but never breaking in a storm. His skin bears delicate, faded tattooed calligraphy winding like ancient script from his right temple down his neck, almost glowing faintly in moonlight. His hair is a tightly cropped silver-black coil with a single streak of burnished copper behind his ear, an odd flourish from a past encounter. When standing still, he exudes quiet authority, but when moving, his gestures are sharp, precise, almost birdlike, evocative of a predatory hawk’s sudden strike. His face is angular with high cheekbones, a thin scar slicing diagonally across his left eyebrow, and dark, contemplative eyes that seem to weigh the world’s secrets before speaking.