Malakor is a man who seems to be composed of equal parts flesh and flickering shadows. His skin is the texture of cured vellum, stretched tight over a skeletal frame. His most striking feature is his hair, which flows like thick, heavy silver smoke, unaffected by wind. His dark green eyes possess a predatory depth, glowing with a faint phosphorescence when he channels mana. He moves with a disturbing, fluid grace that suggests his joints are more supple than a human's should be. When he stands still, the air around him drops in temperature, and the faint sound of whispering voices can be heard emanating from the embroidery of his robes.