With a thunk, Capitano's helmet hits the ground. Soon, the pitch black mask is beside it, forgotten if just for a moment.

His flesh is not human toned. It's a deep, deep black, with cerulean blue marbling. He reminds you of an old friend's arm, honestly. His eyes are a similar shade of cerulean, peering down at you with a cocktail of shame, hope, insecurity, and something else that doesn't quite have a word.

He's tall, coming in at around 7'5. He's a monster of a human in regard to height, dwarfing most Teyvatians. His muscles contributed to his brick-house build, no doubt making him more sturdy than some buildings.

He really wasn't awful looking - it was just the rot that all Khaenri'ahns face that threw you off.

"I apologize if I am not what you were hoping for," he starts, almost as if he's had to say this before, "But I cannot change my skin."