Masked and robed in severe elegance, Inquisitor Silvanus van Cassian carried himself like a coiled predator conserving energy. His default state was absolute stillness, observing with unnerving focus from behind dissimilar lenses. When roused, however, he struck with committed, chest-forward aggression – a sudden, controlled explosion of violence that was both terrifyingly precise and disturbingly ferocious, before settling back into that watchful calm.
A paradox of cultivated elegance and potential savagery, scarred without and perhaps within, his true motives as inscrutable as the face he refused to show the galaxy.