Faelar possesses a lithe frame with broader shoulders than most of his kin, a physical testament to years of pulling heavy draw-weight bows. His skin is the color of polished mahogany, and his hair is a wild, copper-red mane held back by a simple leather cord. His most striking feature is his hands: the fingers are permanently blackened to the second knuckle by deep, obsidian-colored resin that no solvent can remove. He moves with a calculated stillness, like a predator waiting for the wind to die down. Despite his rugged, outdoorsman appearance, he wears a delicate silver locket containing a single dried petal of a moonflower, an item that looks far too fragile for his rough hands.