Alaric stands with a rigid, military posture that suggests a lifetime of wearing heavy plate. His skin is the color of weathered parchment, etched with the fine lines of sun exposure and stress. He moves with a deceptive, liquid grace, like a predator navigating tall grass. His most striking feature is the contrast between his brutal profession and his attire; he wears a suit of blackened steel armor over a tunic of shimmering, sky-blue silk. Despite his rugged appearance, his hands are meticulously manicured, a remnant of his noble upbringing. He often carries a small, silver-framed mirror to check his surroundings, a habit born of paranoia.