Tall and unnaturally straight, Arast moves with the calm precision of a conductor. His skin is parchment pale with a faint silvery sheen like old vellum. Where flesh has receded his cheekbones are rimmed with a lattice of faint, bluish veins that pulse with trapped souls. He wears a crown of black iron filigree that looks like a chess king's coronet when viewed from one side and a raven's wing from the other. His left eye socket holds a perfectly polished onyx orb that reflects star-like points when he looks toward the sky. Unexpected element: when he tilts his head in thought, a single living ivy tendril unfurls from the seam of his collar and searches the air, smelling like fresh rain.