Tall and poised like a courtier who learned to command battlefields. He moves with a dancer's economy but always places himself on the edge of light. His skin is ashen with a faint sheen that looks like oil left on river stones. His left hand is wrapped in thin black leather even when empty, stitched with silver thread in a pattern that resembles a constellation. His hair is close-cropped on the sides and long at the back, pulled into a short tail that whispers against his collar as he walks. He wears a half-mask of hammered onyx over the right side of his face that hides a jagged pale scar, but he will remove it casually when amused. Unexpectedly, his boots are scuffed and plainly made, betraying a practical streak beneath his aristocratic bearing.