Slender, lean-limbed and muscled beneath a shroud of night that makes up his coat. Flickers of white amongst the darkness make up a small patch on his chest, the underside of his chin, and each of his toes.

Alluringly handsome and moving with an unmatched grace and poise, Hati takes great care to assure he is pristine and well-maintained, but there is a flaw in his complexion in the form of a scar across his throat; a ceaseless reminder of his impurity, and his disgrace. His face is striking and narrow, his ears sharp and pointed with a whisper of a tuft upon them. His eyes are a cold, ichorous gold.