Ashir is a tall, lean and athletic (aren't they all?) young Wraithen male. His pelt is deep, shining purple and perfectly offset by both his long navy blue hair and sparkling-bright azure eyes that ought to be in a commercial for something, whilst his smile - typically pearl and pointy but perfectly even and brighter than some suns - is quick and unthreatening unless given a very present reason to be otherwise.

 In motion he has more than his fair share of the restrained grace of his species - a lazy strut that suggests he's been cunningly suspended from an invisible wire hung at shoulder-level coupled with flowing and practised movements that only draws attention to his (typically) superlative condition, a sort of zero-body-fat murderous physicality that screams 'predator' into the hind-brain of anyone with an ounce of imagination.

 His style's casual-light - a kind of 'Fremen chic' in close-fitting synth-leathers and flowing coats, usually accompanying a Padquil vest that's largely in-use to make up for the amount of his operating budget he spent on the beautiful 93 'GAG in the carry-case over his shoulder, and accessorised with a battered but functional Dante-issue camerapod rigged for a hunters-eye view and able to take feed from the expensive-looking rifle scope sitting in said case.