With his golden complexion and the bright blonde hair, Xiao Huang, as he is conveniently named, could resemble an elf, judging by his fair stature, the grace of his steps and the pleasant bearing he displays were it not for the distinct lack of pointy ears, golden speckled iris or the typical liquid sheen of eye. While on the one hand he is so close to the alien elegance of the elves, his beauty, on the other hand, seems to be of an almost unearthly, celestial origin.

Those deep brown eyes and the pure gold of his hair as well as the more sublime gilded lustre of the man's skin flatter his angular and sophisticated face with those almond eyes in a rather peculiar way.
His gaze has something comfortingly naive. Not childish, but filled with a mellow warmth that has been forged through true kindness and is filled with the pure generosity of a gentle heart.

This is also reflected in his voice: A sonorous contralto, rich and full with a surprising mastery of the common tongue, considering his foreign appearance.

The man himself is of surprisingly short stature, though it is obvious from his meager shoulders and spindly limbs are muscular that Xiao Huang's body has been honed in the long hours of physical exercise.