The Emissary wears long flowing robes of white, with his hood up, concealing the shockingly pale hair that once used to surround his mask. His mask is silver, being unmistakable wherever he goes. There is no other mask in Creation like it. The Emissary no longer carries the staff that he once did. Though he still hovers about as he ever did. The Emissary is a tall, slim figure. His voice has changed, but almost imperceptibly. It is still as smooth as ever, but now the arrogance in his voice is even more powerful. He holds a cheery disposition now, a contrast to the cold demeanor he once sported.