Aurelion appears as a tall, regal outsider wrapped in a presence more than a body, as if sunrise learned to walk upright. His skin looks like polished ivory shot through with faint gold threads that drift and re-form beneath the surface like slow lightning. His hair is a dense mantle of white-gold that falls in straight, disciplined layers, but at the tips it sometimes burns into thin ribbons of ember before cooling again. One eye shines clear amber while the other is a pale, almost merciful blue, an unsettling contradiction that makes him look both stern and sorrowful at once. He moves with formal precision, every step measured as though he is always entering a court, yet his sleeves are frayed at the cuffs and the hem of his robe carries soot and road dust from his habit of walking among mortals. He wears a dawncloak of layered white silk and sunmetal scales, severe in cut but stitched inside with hidden pockets full of votive ribbons, receipts, and tiny talismans given by the poor.