General Odran Vaul is a broad, weathered human with the posture of a fortress gate and the unsettling stillness of someone listening to distant artillery. His left arm ends at the shoulder, replaced by a luminous spiritual limb made of layered blue-white fire, smoky tendons, and drifting fragments of battlefield ash. The arm moves with perfect precision, but its fingers sometimes point toward places no one else can see. His right eye is dark brown and sharply alert. The empty left socket is covered by a disk of hammered silver engraved with the names of soldiers who died under his command. His face is deeply lined, his nose has been broken twice, and a pale scar runs from his temple to his jaw. Unexpectedly, he keeps his remaining hair long and carefully braided with tiny red ribbons, giving him the appearance of a grieving court poet rather than a ruthless field commander. He walks with a slight limp, yet his spiritual arm makes no sound at all, even when dragging a heavy weapon.