Jeremiah Sleet
Jeremiah is a blade-slender black man in his mid 40s, with close-cropped hair already faded to stark white and eyes so pale they look rheumy. He tends to dress stylishly but not ostentatiously, favoring shades of white and cream. In his fae mien, he resembles a days-dead corpse: ashen skin with a bluish undertone, blank, clouded eyes and a cold, clammy touch. A still, icy patch of cold hangs around him at all time, and colors seem to mute to gray in his presence. The bone and pewter crown of winter sits heavy on his head, and when he speaks, all other sound nearby seems muted as though by a heavy snowfall.