Evident Truth

In a time where skin is just another canvas, the idea of a body covered from head to toe, with nary a hint of flesh, borders on some strange fetish. Certainly, the vibrant, artful array of colored garments that make up the Lunars attire give him a certain flair. There is no swagger though in his step but his poise has an air of quiet confidence about it. Set on his shoulders is a kaftan of beautiful silk and cotton threads in the colors of a desert sunset. Slit down the side, there is the flash of muscular legs clad in dark, opaque tights, and soft brown leather boots that run almost up to the knee. When a hand is extended, the gloved appendage is clad in the finest leather and silver accoutrements.  Covering his head is a cowl the color of night, with a ivory mask worked with strokes of Orichalcum and Moonsilver. The lacquered surface shines, and the painted expression seems to leap from the material, one of wry amusement.

 The element of life beyond his motions are the eyes, just visible within the depths of the mask, bright yellow, almost feral. A few baubles of Moonsilver jewerly accent the ensemble, and help identify the Chosen.

 Truth is around six and a half feet tall.