Severin possesses a predatory grace that makes his movements appear almost liquid. He is draped in heavy crimson robes made of fire resistant silk that shimmers like cooling lava under torchlight. His face is permanently obscured by the Mask of the Red Wyrm, a terrifying visor crafted from interlocking ruby dragon scales that seem to pulse with a faint inner light. While his attire is imposing, his hands are unexpectedly delicate and manicured, featuring long, elegant fingers that he uses to trace patterns in the air when he speaks. He smells faintly of ozone and expensive incense, leaving a trail of sulfurous warmth wherever he lingers.