Thalrik moves with an unnervingly fluid grace, like water flowing around stones. His face is sharply angular with high, aristocratic cheekbones softened by a thin veil of pale silver freckles tracing a constellation pattern from his right temple down past a curt scar on his jaw. His left eyebrow is braided tightly with dark blue silken thread, a rare cultural mark of his mother’s elven house, contrasting against his otherwise loose, raven-black hair that falls just past his broad shoulders. Unexpectedly, his right eye is a deep violet shade with a faint, swirling mist visible within the iris — a visible mark of his fey patron’s bond. He wears layered deep green and dark leather robes etched with arcane symbols; despite their worn look, the materials ripple like living leaves when he moves. His fingers are always stained faintly with ink and a blend of strange herbal resins, and long, sharp nails, gleaming as if polished to a mirror finish.