Kael Rimevein is striking in a way that feels engineered rather than born. His skin is pale with a faint metallic sheen, like moonlight caught on smoked silver. Long black hair is tied back with rune-thread and thin copper rings that chime softly when he turns his head. His eyes glow like dim silver embers, calm and unreadable, while a constant ribbon of cold mist slips from his sleeves and coils around his boots. He wears fitted shadow-silk wraps beneath a sleeveless mantle covered in drifting glyphs that shift position as if searching for weaknesses. The unexpected detail is his right hand, which is carefully scarred and wrapped in bright white healer's linen, a mark of a long-ago injury he has never fully hidden, only incorporated into his design.