Velkor stands tall and slender, his lithe frame moving with a soldier’s trained precision yet an unnatural grace. His deep blue skin is like polished lapis lazuli, smooth but patterned faintly with silvery, almost rune-like markings that fade and glow faintly in moonlight. His hair is a cascade of shimmering sapphire blue, long and tied loosely behind his head, occasionally flicking as he moves. Contrasting with his skin and hair are his glowing eyes — bright crimson, pulsing softly with unspent arcane energy. His face is sharp, angular, but with a subtle melancholy that perhaps betrays a long-buried sorrow. His movements are tensioned, almost as if he’s always poised between wary alertness and restless impatience. Unexpectedly, his left hand is covered in delicate, faded black tattoos that shift subtly when he uses magic. Despite his mystical glow, his armor is crisply maintained and utilitarian, scarred with history but devoid of the typical elven adornments.