Vaelion moves with a fluid grace that seems rehearsed, almost like a whispered shadow among the trees. His ivory skin almost glows faintly in moonlight, contrasting sharply with his wild shock of raven-black hair streaked with a single white lock that curls erratically over his forehead. His emerald eyes are sharp and constantly scanning, flecked with amber like autumn leaves caught in a forest stream. His lithe frame is wrapped in layered, dark leather embossed with subtle leaf patterns, complete with a cloak that trails softly yet tattered at the edges—a contradictory mark of his past hardships and careful preparation. Despite his stealthy nature, he wears a hand-carved wooden pendant shaped like an eagle claw, which is impeccably polished, shining oddly bright among his shadowy garb.