Zephyrin is a tall, slender figure who seems to exist in a state of perpetual twilight. His skin is the color of polished slate and his hair is a shock of bone-white silk that remains eerily motionless even in high winds. His most striking feature is his eyes, which glow with a steady, lemon-yellow light. He moves with a liquid grace that suggests he is sliding through the world rather than walking upon it. Paradoxically, despite his ghostly appearance, he smells faintly of expensive cloves and old parchment.