Lucius had shoulder length, silver-blonde hair that matched his stone-cold eyes a little too closely. He was the same exact person on the outside as he was on the inside. His features were pointy and sharp, as if they could slice into you with the ease of a knife. His lips were thin, pale, and almost always chapped. He only ever wore black, with smatterings of green on occasion, and had an affinity for wearing several rings, all of which held an obscene monetary value. Appearances are vital, Draco, he remembered his father saying. One day, he would wear rings like that, just like his father.