Felric moves with a quiet grace, almost unsettling in his stillness. His pale, ashen skin is marked by delicate black veins tracing patterns behind his ears—a subtle sign of his pact’s influence. His eyes are a piercing storm grey, sharp and calculating, framed by thick lashes dusted with faint ash-like residue. His raven-black hair is cropped close except for a single long braid tucked behind his ear, threaded with tiny runic charms. His mouth is thin-lipped, often pressed into a wry smirk, but his clenched jaw reveals a restless tension. Standing just over 5'9", his wiry frame belies sudden bursts of surprising strength. He wears layered dark silks embroidered with arcane sigils that shimmer faintly in moonlight, but contrasting this refined apparel is a heavy, worn leather glove on his left hand, riddled with scorched marks and faintly smoking at the fingertips—an odd, disturbing contradiction to his otherwise controlled demeanor.