Corvas moves like a storyteller who has practiced every step. He is usually found with one shoulder slightly raised as if listening to something that is not there. His skin has a dusky bronze tone mottled with faint, ash-colored veins near his neck. A crescent scar etched through his left eyebrow catches light like old silver. His right hand bears faint burn marks that never fully healed. When he summons his pact blade a shimmer of starlight coils along its edge. Unexpectedly, he favors small, meticulously folded paper cranes tucked into his cloak pockets, a contradiction to his otherwise shadowy, arcane aesthetic.