
Dancer
SupportingAlso known as: Dancer O’Faran
A fair-skinned, thickly built man in his forties stands near six feet tall with white swirls accenting the hair at his temples and arresting swirling true red eyes. His neck bears a dozen twin scars from pitviper bites while his left arm hangs withered and limp, noticeably thinner and bent compared to his powerful muscular right arm, and he walks with a dragging left foot. Despite the injuries he maintains a handsome face with a fatherly smile that reveals a twisted underlying menace.
Contains info from Book 4+
Physical Description
A fair-skinned, thickly built man in his forties stands near six feet tall with white swirls accenting the hair at his temples and arresting swirling true red eyes. His neck bears a dozen twin scars from pitviper bites while his left arm hangs withered and limp, noticeably thinner and bent compared to his powerful muscular right arm, and he walks with a dragging left foot. Despite the injuries he maintains a handsome face with a fatherly smile that reveals a twisted underlying menace. A short elderly man with a gnarled frame whose head barely reaches the chest of taller companions stands with a slight drag to one foot and relies on his single good arm for gestures and embraces. Devilishly handsome in a way only a few Reds achieve in old age, his face wears the heavy lines of decades of brutal war that have aged him as if thirty years passed in seven, yet he retains a roguish charismatic charm. Deep creases mark his temples as he sits in thought at war tables or thrusts a fist high in passionate farewell, his entire presence that of a battle-worn leader whose body tells the story of endless conflict. Dancer is an older Red man in his 50s-60s with gray hair and a fatherly, creased face etched by mischief-filled rebel eyes. His build is weathered, one bad leg dragging with a shuffling gait, dressed in simple laborer garments or a white wool toga that he picks at nervously with rough hands. He exudes a hoarse, halting presence of quiet authority.
Evolution
Red Rising
A fair-skinned, thickly built man in his forties stands near six feet tall with white swirls accenting the hair at his temples and arresting swirling true red eyes. His neck bears a dozen twin scars from pitviper bites while his left arm hangs withered and limp, noticeably thinner and bent compared to his powerful muscular right arm, and he walks with a dragging left foot. Despite the injuries he maintains a handsome face with a fatherly smile that reveals a twisted underlying menace.
- Recruits Darrow into Sons of Ares after his Institute victory
- Reveals the Society's lies about the colors and humanity
- Commands from a hidden base with his distinctive scars and limp arm
Relationships
Contains info from Book 4+
Key Events
Book Appearances
Red Rising
First appears Ch 2