Brother Odrik Vane is a broad-shouldered human with the careful posture of a man trained to stand before altars and battle lines alike. His skin is weathered bronze, marked by pale salt-scratches along the forearms and a burn scar that curls from his throat to his collarbone like a white river. He wears his dark brown hair long enough to bind at the nape, but one streak has turned chalk-white from a temple fire. His eyes are an uncanny pale hazel, bright as candle flame in fog. He moves with slow, deliberate precision, yet his hands are always busy, straightening prayer cords, rubbing soot from rings, or touching doorframes as if reading the grain of the world. The unexpected detail is that his vestments are immaculate in ceremony but stitched with hidden mending in many colors, cheerful patches that look almost childish against his severe silver-threaded stole.