Theren moves with the practiced grace of a dancer and the wary alertness of a cornered fox. His skin has a matte, almost stone-like texture with faint, iridescent veins that shimmer under moonlight - a rare vestige of elven ancestry interwoven with residual magic. His slender fingers end with slightly pointed nails that he meticulously keeps polished black, like onyx shards reflecting his penchant for darkness. Contradicting his stealthy aura, he wears a vibrant crimson scarf embroidered with arcane runes that pulses softly, like a heartbeat trapped in fabric, a relic from a lost lover he never speaks about. When standing still, his piercing silver eyes seem to scan unseen layers of reality, but when he smiles, which is rare, it’s disarming and genuinely warm, if fleeting.