A tall tiefling whose skin is a deep, lustrous black that seems to drink in light. His horns curve back from his forehead, black at the base and fading to chalk white at the tips, as if burned and bleached by some ritual. Blacked out sclera surround deep, luminous blue irises that glow faintly in dim light. Fracture-like tattoos, inked with a silver-blue pigment, run from the tips of his fingers up his forearms and across his shoulders, like hairline cracks in obsidian. He walks with a slow, balletic economy of motion, each step measured but spring-loaded, and his movements often end with an almost casual flourish of the wrist. Unexpectedly, he wears a single, spotless white glove on his left hand that looks incongruous against the rest of his austere attire.