Lysander au Lune

Description

Lysander au Lune is an eight-year-old Gold boy, thin as a scarf and half an adult's height, with an extraordinarily composed and regal bearing. His eyes shine beyond gold, almost yellow crystal in their brightness. Dressed in a simple black coat, his gentle hands move with quiet precision, face serene and imperial. A ten-year-old boy with striking crystal gold eyes that observe everything with wary intelligence and swell with tears during moments of horror. His small frame has grown nearly half a foot recently, giving him the slender, delicate build of a protected noble child roughly four and a half feet tall. Fair skin covers his refined features, and he moves with the innate poise of the Lune family, dressed in fine, simple garments befitting the Sovereign's grandson as he grips a trembling razor in both hands. A twenty-year-old Gold with straight lustrous gold hair and pale yellow crystal eyes that glow with sharp intellect. His face is thin and patrician with delicate features and no scar marking his smooth fair skin, while his slender build stands half a head shorter than taller broader warriors like Cassius. Refined and almost fragile in appearance yet betraying dangerous potential, he wears a moth-eaten gray pullover when aboard ship, switches to pulseArmor breastplates and arm gear in combat, or dons a kryll and scorosuit on sulfur dunes, his slender hands capable of both gentle piano playing and desperate fighting. A delicate, narrow-shouldered young man with straight, lustrous gold hair and pale eyes like yellow crystal. His thin, patrician face has a recently broken nose, and a long, fine scar circles his neck like a necklace; numerous other scars mark him as someone who has endured violence. He wears refined, aristocratic clothing, with a white cashmere jacket and pearl buttons in childhood memories, and a kryll, scorosuit, and reflective goggles when dressed for the cold. A bald young Gold man of twenty with pale sun-swollen and peeling skin and an emaciated lean build that has lost twenty kilos from desert survival. The left half of his face is a swollen infected ruin of melted meat with pus leaking through a soiled bandage bits of hardened metal embedded in the dermis and a blind obliterated eye while a fresh Peerless Scar from a razor cut marks his right cheekbone. Tattered lips and razor cuts on his thighs and hip complete his battle-worn look as he sits atop a monstrous steed in white armor with a crude crescent emblem or ill-fitting farmer clothes with a broken slingBlade on his hip moving with uncommon graceful determination despite the pain. A tall young man with a lean athletic build and an intense hunting-dog face that conveys focus rather than classical beauty. A single Peerless scar marks his right cheekbone after earlier burns were removed. He typically appears in crisp white uniforms with flowing capes or practical battle armor suited to a frontline leader.