Sable is a striking, intensely theatrical human whose silhouette seems deliberately composed for an audience that may not exist. They are draped in sweeping midnight-black velvet robes embroidered with drifting constellations of silver thread. The fabric absorbs nearby light, yet the embroidered stars move when no one is looking directly at them. Iridescent crystalline lattice growths trace the left side of their jaw, continuing beneath the skin toward the throat like frozen lightning. One eye is a pale human gray, while the other shimmers with cold void-light and contains no visible pupil. Their fingers occasionally blur and phase-shift into shimmering afterimages, as though reality is struggling to remember their exact shape. Sable moves with slow, ceremonial grace, but their reflection often moves first. Despite the alien alterations and frightening aura, they keep their hands meticulously clean and smell faintly of lavender soap and burned paper.