Tall, theatrical, and composed like a carved statue that moves with the deliberate grace of someone used to being watched. Viktor wears a black Robe of the Archmagi threaded with runes that catch light like oil on water. His face is hidden behind the Mask of the Dragon Queen which is patinated bronze with a crown of tiny chromatic dragon motifs that shimmer when he speaks. The mask's mouth is fixed in a slight, unnerving smile. Over the robe a slender bandolier of sending stones runs diagonally, and at his hip a Dancing Scimitar hangs in its scabbard as if it were an unruly pet. The robe is immaculate but faint ash-smudges mark his cuffs, an unexpected contradiction to the robe's grandeur that hints at hands-on work or blood on his hands. He favors long, fluid gestures with one hand while the other fingers an amethyst-topped cane that conceals a dirk.