Broad-shouldered and heavily muscled yet moves with a surprising quietness, like a bell that has always known the exact moment to ring. His plate armor shows an odd, hand-stitched panel of dark blue leather across the right pauldron—stitched with silver thread into a faded constellation pattern. A thin scar rims his left brow, white and fine like a healed cartilage tear, and the hair at his temple has threaded gray in a precise wedge, as if cut that way deliberately. He often keeps one finger hooked on the rim of his shield when listening, a tiny, almost nervous habit that contradicts the rest of his composed posture.