Voryl Zynmar

Voryl Zynmar stands with a wiry frame, his skin a sun-beaten umber. His short-cropped hair, void of color, is stark white against a tanned complexion. A jagged scar runs from his right eyebrow down to his jawline, interrupting the lines of his sharp features. He wears a tattered gray cloak with many hidden pockets, and at his side hangs a finely crafted obsidian dagger, cold and reflective.