Vaelorin stands at a delicate height, limbs graceful and slightly elongated, with skin like silvery birch bark marbled through with faint, moss-green veins. Their hair cascades in layered waves, shifting from pastel rose at the scalp to opalescent white at the tips, faintly drifting on unseen breezes even in still air. Their eyes are dark lilac with shifting, swirling motes within, like stars caught in a dusk sky. Where their left hand should be is an intricately carved hand of crystal that glows softly from within. They carry themselves with a practiced elegance, but their movements sometimes jerk with sudden, almost feline unpredictability.