Silver hair hangs perfectly straight from the crown of the astrologer's head, half of his face obscured. The visible half, however, reveals steel-gray eyes and a pale complexion, with only the red blush of his cheeks to prevent him from looking like a deathly spectre. His heavy, white plain-cloth robe is similarly colored, but the belt of red-toned leather that cinches its waist breaks the monochromatic theme. Moccasins of the same red leather cover his feet, and three thin red leather bracelets hang on his wrists. Just below these bracelets are the only marks on his body, tattoos of six-pointed stars shine in red ink on the back of his hands.

- Fate as depicted:
A stone archway sits at the center of this section of the door, brilliantly sculpted in the gold of the magnificent door. From the pillars on each side stretch chains, delicately etched into the metal, reaching from the archway to the outstretched arms of a broken man. Long hair hangs down from his bowed head, obscuring his features but not his despair. His body is naked save for the tasteful covering of his hanging hair, and no mark can be seen upon it. All about the man's feet are scattered stars, four- and five- and six-pointed, somehow depicted with such artistry that they seem to share the despondency of the man in the archway. The most striking area of this section, however, is the broad expanse that stretches above the archway. This space is wholly unornamented, in stark contrast to the embellishments that filled the majority of the door, as though the sky itself had rejected its stars and was left perfectly empty, perfectly void.