Alaric stands just over six feet tall, a lithe but strong build giving him a graceful yet ready presence. His shifting heritage marks him with subtle bestial traits—a faint ridge of darker fur tracing the line of his jaw, and sharp, alert amber eyes with slit pupils that narrow when he ponders or prepares to defend. His matte black hair is kept short and often tousled, contrasting oddly against his pale, porcelain-like skin that almost seems too smooth for someone with animal blood. When he moves, there’s a fluid, sinuous quality—like a predator gauging territory—but a studied stillness interrupts that grace, a contradiction of wildness held tightly in check. His hands twitch slightly as if itching to make a quick bite or shift, but he controls it with visible effort. His voice holds a calm and scholarly tone but bears the rasp of night hunts and long travels.