Jareth is slender and moves with a fluid, perpetual twilight grace, as though shadows cling to his steps. His skin is dusky gray, smooth as polished river-stone, marred by faint silvery scars shaped like branching roots across his left forearm. He wears finely tailored waistcoats of midnight blue embroidered with glimmering thread, but his boots and left sleeve are perpetually dust-stained from nightly wanderings. Unexpectedly, his scent recalls crushed mint, catching the unwary off-guard.