Mask: Sorli has a lean face, but a well muscled body of a trained huntsman, though his hands and biceps seem more bulky than lean. He is wrapped in many layers of black cloth, as if fighting off a perpetual chill, even in the sunlight of summer. He keeps a hood over his dark curls, having to turn his head to look at those out of his field of vision. He wears pieces of padded leather armor over a few of the vitals, but very little else. When on the road, he is often seen hunched on the back of a large black horse with a spear over his shoulder and a sword at his side. His eyes seem a little too black and sunken, almost hungry.

Sorli's Seeming is a work of art. A work of art hand-crafted with careful precision by spiteful hands, a devious eye and a cunning will.  A work of art designed for fun. Tall and lithe, he is built much like the spears he favors. Long sinewy legs match almost as long and wiry arms. Muscles are packed densely and evenly along his body, shaped to give him a sleek, contoured frame that seems deceptively fragile.

His skin is smooth and supple with the dull, reflective appearance of pitch. Criss-crossing his blackened skin are hundreds of scars the majority of which are a smokey gray. A number of scars, mostly on his abdomen and chest, are an iridescent blue.

His raven-wing hair falls long and loose passed the shoulders, with numerous braids to keep it neat. Of all the braids, one is longer than the rest. Providing stark contrast to the dark figure is a long braid of silver and crystalline blue, secured to the dark mane by a band of golden thread.

Sorli's mouth is almost always curled into a predatory grin, regardless of his mood. His speech comes out as a hushed whisper, clear and direct, as if not wanting to startle. However, he is always properly heard as if he was whispering seductively into your ear.

Around his neck he wears a thick iron collar that can also be seen through his Mask