Soren is a lean Chromavaft man whose body seems built from smoked glass and moonlit oil, his skin carrying slow-moving bands of teal, amber, and bruised violet that shift when he lies, laughs, or grows angry. He moves with a careful, tide-like precision, as if every step is measured against an invisible reflection only he can see. His hands are long-fingered and scarred with tiny white nicks, and his right shoulder bears a faint crackle pattern like crazed mirror-glass. The contradictory detail that makes people stare is the small, shabby wool apron he wears over his elegant layered clothes, as if a street cobbler had decided to dress like a court spy.