Loksyr ap Aesin

In his mortal guise, the man is physically impressive, standing a broad shouldered six foot two inches. His hair is a brown so light as to be almost honey hued, and he wears it long. His eyes are dark blue, and his cheekbones are high but with a broad chin to offset it becoming too feminine. He wears a checkerboard long sleeved shirt of two toned gray, and durable jeans over hobnail boots. He’s good looking if he’s your type, but there’s a flicker of arrogance and wrath both in his eyes.

To Fae sight, the sidhe’s seeming makes it so his beauty is undeniable. His hair is even more lustrous and longer, his dark blue eyes now threaten to drink you in. His voile is that of an armored breast plate with a gray tabard with a golden owl over it. He wears a dark purple cloak trimmed in wolf fur, and there is a sword by his side with an amber stone in the hilt. Yet the arrogance is undimmed, if anything, one can see this is a man who does not know if the world around him is up to snuff.