Tall, with pale skin, frozen like the moonlight. His eyes are glowing in the cold shadow of night - the colors of crimson wine or blackness. The hair is thick, perhaps silver-white or dark like a crow’s wing. There is something bewitching beautiful and frightening at the same time. Cold, calculating, but not devoid of internal conflict. It fights the elven light essence and vampire darkness. He can be gentle, but more often - restrained, speaks little, but accurately.