Orin is a narrow, restless air genasi with pale chalk-gray stone skin that bears hairline veins like dried riverbeds. His wide hazel eyes constantly flick toward hinges, ceiling seams, hands, and shadows, giving the impression that he is cataloging the entire room while speaking to one person. Ancient artifact silt dusts his thinning black hair in silver-brown streaks, and the fine grit has worked permanently into the creases around his ears and fingernails. He moves with a jittery, half-hurried precision, stopping suddenly whenever a sound seems out of place. Despite his nervousness, his hands are exceptionally steady when cleaning a relic. His unexpected contradiction is that his face looks brittle and exhausted, yet his body is unnaturally light and buoyant, causing his robes and loose papers to stir around him even in still air.