Irian Moonfang is relatively handsome, but perhaps less imposing than one may expect of a Lunar several centuries old. He is tall and darkly tanned, his sleek body rippling with well-oiled muscles, but his dark hair is slightly unkempt and his grey eyes are dull, as if he’s not quite present in the moment. His dress style is muted, always just elegant enough for the situation at hand without being eye-catching. As he eschews the usual trappings of exaltation, people tend to underestimate him, even those who should know better.

He enjoys projecting himself as slightly slow-witted and naïve, hiding his shrewd mind behind a bland façade. He has the uncanny ability of fading into the background even without the use of essence, causing him to learn more than others suspect. People tend to ignore him when he speaks, yet after he leaves, they find their opinions have changed for some indiscernible reason. His is the subtle hand, waiting most patiently for the perfect moment to make his move.