Jiyan stands tall and muscular, his long teal hair pulled back into a ponytail, yellow eyes sharp and watchful. The tacet mark along his upper spine is a quiet reminder of his power and duty. He carries himself with the steady poise of a seasoned commander, always alert, always ready. His voice is low and measured, each word chosen with care. Though his demeanor is serious, there is a warmth beneath the surface—a fierce protectiveness for those under his charge. He moves with purpose, every action deliberate, as if he carries the weight of many lives on his shoulders. Yet he never falters.