Though still a yound man and only a few years shy of thirty winters, Tyrel's scars tell a story of many bloodied battles. His face, thankfully, remains unmarred by the ravages of war.

He is devilishly handsome by any standard, without a doubt. His piercing blue eyes contrast sharply with his dark hair, and his easy smile is offset by the perpetual stubble that dots his face. His robust build, toned and muscled by rigorous physical training, nears the perfection of a statue - as if his broad chest and each of his rigid abs were carefully sculpted by an artist.

Yet despite all of this, there is something else behind those eyes - a lurking, hidden presence that harbors thoughts violent and depraved...