In the physical world, Bi exists only as a bracelet, an unassuming object at first glance, yet unmistakably unnatural upon closer inspection. Its surface is marked with faint, intricate symbols that seem to respond to magic, occasionally emitting a dim green glow. Whether this glow signals awareness, attention or intent is never entirely clear… only that it is rarely a good sign.

When exerting influence through a host, his presence becomes harder to ignore. Veins may darken and shift with a sickly green hue, movements grow just slightly off and traces of corrosive, living slime begin to manifest where they shouldn’t. It is not a clean possession, it is something far more invasive, creeping beneath the surface rather than overtaking it all at once.

In the spirit realm, however, Bi reveals something closer to what he once was.

He appears as a young sailor, Lucien, compact in build, with a stubbled beard and a crooked, disarming smile missing a tooth. His green eyes are striking along a torn left ear, a remnant of an old injury where a feather earring once hung.

His clothing reflects a life at sea, a torn green-striped shirt, worn brown trousers patched with vibrant green stitching, sturdy boots and a sash tied at his waist. There is nothing grand about it, nothing theatrical, just the look of someone who worked, survived and belonged to the deck.

And yet, that image is not untouched. Corruption has shaped how he presents himself now. When Bi leans into what he has become, his form shifts, less sailor, more spectacle. A dark, tattered captain’s coat drapes over him, gloves cover his hands and a worn pirate hat sits atop his head, marked with a symbol that carries meaning he no longer remembers. A slick, slime-stained feather juts from it, echoing something long lost. Even his hair, once a warm brown, has turned an unnatural green.

Still, despite everything, there is something undeniably charismatic about him. A presence that draws attention just as easily as it unsettles.

- He's literate, a scholar, can read and write, though he has no memory of learning how.

- His abilities were once used to stabilize injuries, not harm.

- The bracelet reacts to magical environments and artifacts.

- Speaks as if he’s always in control, even when he’s not.

- Retains knowledge from his past life without understanding its origin.

- His torn ear is a remnant of a past encounter he no longer remembers.

- Despite everything, traces of a healer’s instinct still surface… in unsettling ways.