Japeth is a long-limbed human man with a mane of sun-faded blonde hair that never stays tied back for long, always slipping loose in oily ribbons around a face dominated by an absurdly large hawk-like nose. His skin has the rough, wind-burned look of a road warrior, but his white tabard is kept startlingly clean, as if he will not allow the world to stain his legend. The golden ankh on his chest is polished to a mirror sheen and often flashes like a signal fire when he turns. He moves with a swagger that is half parade-ground discipline and half lazy cat stretch, as though every step is a performance and a complaint at once. The odd contradiction is that for all his theatrical vanity, his hands are scarred, practical, and careful when he is around children.