Vaeloris moves like a ribbon caught in a slow wind, elegant and deliberate even when he is angry. His face is often bathed in moonlight, as if he has arranged every room to flatter him, and the effect turns his features almost statuesque, with high cheekbones, pale lashes, and a smile that seems both affectionate and predatory. He wears a tailored pink jacket stitched with tiny pearl beads, over super tight black leather leggings that gleam like wet ink. His harp is lacquered white and gold, but the underside is hidden with scratched tally marks and old blood stains. The contradiction that makes him unforgettable is how immaculate and delicate he appears while his hands are scarred, callused, and stained with indigo ink from forged contracts.