A lightly garbed humanoid creature, with dusky bronzed skin and cultivated frame. The bizarre warrior seems to be dressed as an Anubis, it wears a mechanical headpiece which clicks and buzzes in congruence with Byss's body movements. A luminous azure beams from the inlets of his mask's viewing oculus.

Should a person hear Byss speak, it would sound alien in nature, beyond the vernacular infernal that he conveyed his thoughts with, his voice was altered into a synthetic form by his mask, which seemed to be affixed to him in perpetuity. Only rarely did he reveal his true design. His vocal dissemination was a discordant blend of muffled rumbling and guttural snarls.  

Byss stands at a normative 6'2" for a human; his posture, stalwart and straight. Muscles garner his form equitably. He strides forth with commendable carriage, a semblance of youth presides.

Olfactory senses sustain the implication that this one is derived from an arid place of origin, as he smells of ancient sands, and benign rock.

Byss hails from the Great Sand Sea of Anauroch, in Faerûn. Sweeping dunes as far as the eye can see cover the landscape, in the current date at least. An oppressive sun looms over the breath taking panorama; a constant suffocating conflagration beset any who dare to enter its now barren ocean. An empire once strong buried by the passing of time, the sands enveloped all that once was. Skeletal remnants of great architecture still stand. Prior to the great folly of his emperor, however, the golden seas of crystalline fragments were embellished with towering pyramids, floating ships and glorious ziggurats. Slaves numbered in the tens of thousands worked the harsh landscape and offered a decadent lifestyle for those in power.