Malric stands at a modest 5'9", with a wiry, almost fragile frame that moves with the deliberate grace of a practiced scholar rather than a warrior. His skin resembles ancient parchment—pale, with faint veins of bluish veins tracing delicate arcs beneath the surface. His hair is a messy tumble of silver streaked with midnight black, often appearing disheveled despite his careful grooming. His eyes are a piercing shade of molten gold flecked with unpredictable flecks of emerald, seeming to glow softly when he’s deep in thought or casting spells. He wears layered robes of deep indigo embroidered with arcane sigils that shimmer faintly in shifting colors, their silk texture contrasting unexpectedly with a rough, scaly sash—a relic from an unknown draconic lineage flung over his shoulder. His gestures are precise but sometimes betrays a twitch in his left hand, a remnant of a past magical accident. Despite his reserved demeanor, there is an oddly charismatic intensity in his movements, as if every action conveys layered meaning.