A comely looking young man with similar features to that of another wandering the realm, they differ in build. Where Shaer'Verranon is a built with a body meant for a man of war, Fyler blessed with the sleek shape of a swimmers form. Lacking the mural of tattoos his brother wears, he has savage jagged scars that ravage the tight, hard, folds of muscle that twist about his body in the angry red shadows of raking claws. He shares his twin's eyes, one is a frigid winter blue, and the other is a clover green, both set in arrogant and predatory determination that drift slowly among unfamiliar faces.