Tall and willowy in a way that suggests both the patient malice of forest growth and the sudden snap of lightning. Moves with a dancer's economy, hands almost always tracing tiny sigils in the air as if composing music no one else can hear. His cheekbones are sharply carved and dusted with faint silver freckles that gleam like mica when light catches them. He wears a half-mask of thin hammered copper over his left eye out of habit rather than necessity. Unexpectedly, he favors heavy leather travel boots that look scuffed and practical, which contradict his otherwise elegant and otherworldly bearing.