Vexil moves with a feline grace so fluid it seems like he is gliding rather than walking. His slender frame is wrapped in layered charcoal-gray leather and midnight blue fabrics, all tailored to minimize noise and maximize subtlety. His fur is a smoky blend of ash black streaked with silver—a rare pattern in Eldermoor's Tabaxi clans, as if shadows themselves wove him. His eyes, a constant quicksilver hue, dart rapidly, scanning constantly as if absorbing more than the environment reveals. The ever-present smirk carries a hint of both intrigue and menace, hinting at knowledge too heavy to share freely. His voice is smooth and languid, contradicting the restless twitch of his long, swishing tail. Unexpectedly, he wears a delicate silver chain woven with tiny scroll charms across his chest that glitters faintly, an odd splash of light on his shadowed form.