Skin once white has now taken upon an ashen shade of lavender, the mark of a weaver ever present upon this walking dreamer. A teraphim roughly the height of 5'6. One could say they look frail and lanky from a distance, but the shimmering reflection around them says....*otherwise*

Crestfallen hair, one that matched a much more noticeable aura around him. A corrupted brilliance awakened for the detreemment of others. The sole Weaver Teraphim that walked upon these crestfallen lands had found his path. A mess of broken crystals will ever constantly fill his wake. His people found him wanting...