Vaelryn moves with a predatory grace, his alabaster wings unfurling and folding with the silent power of a mountain breeze. His feathers shimmer faintly with a pearlescent sheen, reflecting ambient light like mother-of-pearl. His piercing silver eyes hold an unsettling calm, and his sharp, angular face is framed by a mane of feathery, smoky blue hair — strangely darker than his wings and sometimes ruffling as though stirred by a wind none else feels. One unexpected trait: despite his majestic visage, Vaelryn’s left clawed foot is adorned with a silver toe ring shaped like a tiny chained serpent, a relic of a debt long owed. His movements blend effortless flight with sudden, deliberate stillness, often pausing midair just to study the horizon or listen to the wind’s whispers.