Seli is a lean, sharp-featured tiefling with ember-red skin that fades to smoky violet around the hands and jaw. Their horns sweep backward in elegant ridges like the handles of ceremonial daggers, each groove packed with pale sealing wax from years spent handling official documents. They move with a clerk's precise economy, always turning sideways through crowded rooms as though avoiding invisible filing cabinets, yet become startlingly physical when someone is threatened. Their tail constantly writes small question marks in the dust. The unexpected contradiction is their immaculate authority: despite being a high chief, paladin, and smuggler, Seli looks less like a war leader than an overworked archivist who has not slept properly in a decade. People remember the way Seli pauses before speaking, inhales through their teeth, and checks the nearest door latch as if every conversation might become an escape.