Killian d'Orien radiates a kind of louche grace that by turns enthralls and enrages. He's a good-looking man, but somehow manages to make it clear that he knows he's good-looking without at all emphasizing it. Killian's clothes are rich but rarely in perfect array--there's a button or clasp undone that ought to be done, or a shirt is wrinkled, or some other indication that Killian's been busy living. Of course that "living" sometimes shows in his features: eyes and cheeks sunken with lack of sleep or bright with pharmaceutical energy, perhaps a certain flutter of the hands. He's tall, but there's just barely enough of him there beneath the fine clothes to be "lean" rather than "scrawny."