A towering presence wrapped in armor like hammered dawn. His features are neither wholly male nor female but shaped with an ageless symmetry that suggests both kindness and unyielding law. Six great wings fold and unfold with a sound like parchment and thunder. The armor's plates are engraved with tiny scales of script that shift when he speaks. His left hand bears a gauntlet of living light, the right holds a greatsword whose blade seems to drink shadow and spill light at once. Unexpectedly, when he kneels among mortals he sheds one feather that is ink-black at the tip and soft as a widow's cloth, an odd blemish on an otherwise radiant guise.