Narol of Lykos
SupportingA thirty-five-year-old man with pale ghostly skin and a tired leering face marked by a scar twisting his upper lip into a sneer. Thick hair streaked with gray frames his worn features while his big powerful build strains against a tattered red shirt, the posture slumped from years of drink and the mines. Long hard blinks pain his expression as he plays a zither slung at his hips or clutches a flask, every line of his body speaking to a once-strong Red miner now aged and shadowed by caution.
Contains info from Book 3+
Physical Description
A thirty-five-year-old man with pale ghostly skin and a tired leering face marked by a scar twisting his upper lip into a sneer. Thick hair streaked with gray frames his worn features while his big powerful build strains against a tattered red shirt, the posture slumped from years of drink and the mines. Long hard blinks pain his expression as he plays a zither slung at his hips or clutches a flask, every line of his body speaking to a once-strong Red miner now aged and shadowed by caution. Middle-aged with a rugged, weathered face etched by mine dust and labor, Narol has short-cropped dark hair and deep-set brown eyes that hold quiet resolve. His square jaw is shadowed by stubble, and his muscular build speaks of years swinging a pickaxe. He wears simple Red miner's coveralls, patched and dirt-stained, with heavy boots suited for pitvipers' paths. His presence is steady and unassuming, hands callused and strong.
Evolution
Red Rising
A thirty-five-year-old man with pale ghostly skin and a tired leering face marked by a scar twisting his upper lip into a sneer. Thick hair streaked with gray frames his worn features while his big powerful build strains against a tattered red shirt, the posture slumped from years of drink and the mines. Long hard blinks pain his expression as he plays a zither slung at his hips or clutches a flask, every line of his body speaking to a once-strong Red miner now aged and shadowed by caution.
- Appears as a 35-year-old Lykos miner with pale skin, gray-streaked hair, and a scar twisting his lip into a sneer
- Plays the zither slung at his hips while drinking from a flask
- Displays slumped posture and long, pained blinks reflecting years of hardship
- Strains against a tattered red shirt that reveals his once-powerful build now shadowed by caution
Relationships
Contains info from Book 3+
Book Appearances
Red Rising
First appears Ch 1