Aerion is tall and ethereal, his form barely solid—woven from mist, wind, and sky. His skin gleams like pale cloudlight, ever-shifting and translucent. Long, flowing hair trails behind him like vapor in a storm, constantly drifting and reforming. His eyes shine like the open sky—sometimes clear blue, sometimes storm-gray. He moves with weightless grace, and his robes ripple as if stirred by a breeze that only he can feel. He can grant you a cold breeze. He is gentle, serious and understanding. 