Sylveris stands tall and imposing on the deck of his ghostly ship, the Crimson Wraith. His skin is unnaturally smooth, almost porcelain-like, yet faintly veined with a subtle, dark blue hue that catches the moonlight. His gait is fluid but unsettling — like a shadow melting into the night, both graceful and predatory. His long, raven-black hair flows wildly behind him in a frayed braid tangled with tiny charms made of bleached bones and tarnished coins. His eyes burn a fierce and radiant crimson, glowing more intensely with his fluctuations of mood. Intriguingly, despite his terrifying visage, Sylveris smells faintly of fresh blood mixed with the crisp sea air and a surprising note of jasmine—an overwhelming contradiction to his fearsome presence. Standing amidst dark, torn leather and crimson silk garments that gleam like wet blood, he leaves a chilling yet magnetic impression wherever he roams.