Basalt's body is a clean, matte iron-grey alloy veined with moss-green copper inlays that carry living lichen. Where most warforged have angular, industrious lines, his plating flows into rounded segments like layered bark. A braided loop of living root wraps his left forearm and occasionally blooms tiny white flowers; the root pulses faintly with a slow, breathing rhythm. His torso bears an inset circle of semi-opaque crystal that houses a tiny patch of soil and a single, stubborn seedling. When he moves, the joints whisper like wind through grass — quick, precise, but with a natural pause at times that suggests curiosity. Unexpectedly, Basalt’s faceplate has a small, hand-carved wooden sigil riveted to the cheek — a private gift that stains the metal with sap-smell and human memory.