Gaius moves with a purposeful elegance, his motion as measured and deliberate as the practiced leader he is. His weathered face is framed by short, chestnut brown hair, streaked with premature grey that speaks to years of battle and hardship. His brown eyes gleam with keen intelligence and a trace of melancholy, set deep beneath thick, arched eyebrows. He wears a gleaming Roman-like brass breastplate polished to a mirror sheen, contrasting the rich red centurion rider skirt that swishes quietly as he walks. Surprisingly, worn beneath his armor at the wrists are a pair of delicate silk bracelets embroidered with intricate arabesques – a soft gesture that softly contradicts his harsh martial exterior. His orderly beard is trimmed close, but a slight scar runs down his left cheek, a reminder of a youthful skirmish. Tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commands respect, but there’s a gentleness in the way he regards the mounts under his care that balances his iron will.