Velrith moves with the lithe grace of a cat stalking moonlight, but his presence carries a heavy weight of caution. His skin is pale with a subtle silver sheen that shimmers faintly as if dusted by stardust, a lingering trait from his elven lineage uncommonly visible in sunlight. His midnight-black hair falls unevenly, cut short except for a single long braid tucked behind his right ear, embroidered with small polished bone beads from his first heist. His eyes are an unsettling molten amber, flickering with sly intelligence and a hint of melancholy, framed by sharply angled brows. Contrasting this stealthy, shadow-born look, Velrith sports a crisply ironed but slightly mismatched burgundy waistcoat over sleek leather armor, paired with faded scholar’s trousers—an odd combination showing his divided life between academia and thievery. When he moves, there's an odd hesitance, almost as if remembering steps he’d rather forget, but he recovers immediately with a quick, knowing smirk.