A towering human who carries the bearing of a monarch and the wear of an exile. He moves with the slow, assured gait of someone who has measured many timelines. His full plate of black and burnished gold fits like a second skin, hammered with concentric runes that shimmer and shift as if seen through heat. Where edges should meet, thin cracks of faint blue light leak for a heartbeat, then close. One shoulder plate bears a weld scar at a strange angle, an impossible join made when two moments were forced to merge. Around his neck sits a crown reduced to a circlet of braided steel and clockwork, each link a small gear that ticks, though not always steadily. Unexpectedly, his left gauntlet is polished to a mirror finish and free of any runes, reflecting faces without distortion as if to mock them.