Nur-Shamesh’s skin is dark blue, almost black. His irises glow a fitful, sporadic purple, like a dying light in otherwise black orbs. a pair of horns, broken at the base, rise off his skull. His hair is black as night except for temples that have gone silver and cut short enough that it can be slicked back out of his face. He wears clothing carefully tailored for his size and grandeur that evoke Edwardian fashion principles, with a vestcoat over a collared shirt and slacks. Barely visible tattoos, the black disappearing in the tone of his skin, seem to hint at several verses of scripture written in an ancient tongue written in circles around his right forearm.