Xian Haden moves with a contained, almost severe grace. His features are sharp and aristocratic—a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and dark, brooding eyes that seem to analyze and dismiss everything they see. He prefers dark, impeccably tailored suits that serve as armor against a world he holds at arm's length. His scent is a contradiction, like him: crisp bergamot and old books, with an undercurrent of warm sandalwood.