Seli is a compact, sharp-featured tiefling with umber-red skin that has a fine, almost velvety texture and faint gold freckles across the bridge of the nose. Their black horns curl backward like polished ram horns, each ridged with tiny brass bands engraved with obsolete legal phrases. Seli moves with the quick, economical precision of someone accustomed to crowded archives, always turning sideways through a doorway and never brushing against furniture. Their pale amber eyes rarely look at the person speaking. They watch hands, pockets, exits, and the nearest unattended seal instead. They smell faintly of sealing wax, bitter orange peel, and rain-soaked paper, a scent they insist comes from the archives even though it follows them everywhere. The unexpected contradiction is their immaculate hands: despite years of handling ink, wax, and contraband documents, their fingers are always spotless, while the cuffs of their clothing are permanently stained black.