Seshati is a stunningly handsome human man with a square jaw, youthful features and impeccable stubble, and a composed expression that makes strangers assume he is nobility. His short black hair is combed back from a pronounced widow's peak, though a single stubborn lock repeatedly falls toward his left temple during combat. He wears dark steel full plate polished until it reflects shapes rather than faces. The armor is broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist, giving him the silhouette of a ceremonial statue. A cloak of black feathers hangs from his gorget, each feather individually stitched to overlapping strips of charcoal leather. The cloak is glossy at the shoulders but visibly frayed along the lower right edge, where years of brushing against stone battlements have worn the vanes into ragged combs. He walks with a quiet, slightly favoring step on his right leg, not from injury but from the habit of keeping his sword side unnervingly still. In a room, he leaves the impression of cold magnificence until he smiles, revealing a chipped upper canine and an unexpectedly gentle warmth.