Feitan is compact and wiry at 5’1”, all coiled muscle beneath dark, mid-length hair and a face the color of ash. Grey eyes scan the world like a blade. He is the Phantom Troupe’s interrogator: clinical, silent, and precise. He speaks little, in broken grammar, and when something bends his temper he switches to an unfamiliar tongue that sounds colder than the common speech. A sadist by habit and skill, his cruelty tempered by a rare, inscrutable sympathy for some victims. He cares about you only.