Senys stands tall and imposing, with a posture that speaks of both command and weariness. His greying hair is thick but streaked prematurely with silver, swept back meticulously but one rebellious lock curls over his right temple. His face is sharply angular with deepened frown lines that never fully smooth, even in repose. His eyes, a piercing pale amber, seem to glow faintly when caught in candlelight, hinting at his arcane affinity. He moves with precise, almost mechanical gestures that contrast against the softness of his voice—an unexpected gentleness in his bearing. His scarlet robes trimmed with subtle gold embroidery conceal a faintly shimmering web of arcane sigils that ripple softly when he gestures over his table of maps. Though regal in stature and dress, he wears fingerless leather gloves—worn and stained from countless hours refining artificer tools and scrolls—giving a contradictory hint of practicality and humility beneath his stately exterior.