Nithaan is a lithe elven man whose beauty looks assembled from moonlight, scar tissue, and stage glamour. His skin is a deep silver-gray with a fine pearlescent sheen that catches torchlight like fish scales, while one shoulder bears a pale burn mark shaped like a lyre, a scar from the night he saved an entire court by burning his own songbook. His hair is long, ink-black, and usually worn in a loose tail threaded with tiny brass bells that never quite ring together at the same time. His eyes are mismatched, one sea-glass green and one amber-gold, and the gold eye is blind, though he moves as if he sees through sound, vibration, and instinct. He is unusually tall for an elf, with a dancer's build gone narrow from long travel, and he carries himself with a graceful sway that becomes unsettlingly still whenever he is listening. His clothing is a contradictory mix of a velvet travel coat lined in tattered silk, patched gloves, practical riding boots, and a formal collar of courtly lace that he refuses to remove. The overall impression is of a refugee aristocrat, an itinerant performer, and a predator in evening attire all at once.