Lord Alaric moves with a dignified slow grace, his posture upright yet softened by age. His silver-white hair is always meticulously combed back, but a few rebellious strands curl loosely at his temples, hinting at a subtle defiance beneath his calm exterior. His face is round and warm, framed by a neatly trimmed beard peppered with streaks of iron gray and snow white that softens the sharpness of his high cheekbones. His eyes, a smoky gray-blue, carry a quiet, steady gleam, revealing a mind always at work. He adorns himself in rich velvet robes of deep royal blue embroidered with intricate silver thread depicting the Thernden family crest—a soaring hawk clutching an olive branch. An unexpected contrast to his noble bearing is the faint, ever-present scent of freshly cut wildflowers that seems to cling to him, a nostalgic habit of his youth kept as a secret comfort.