Lyraeus Thornwrought is a gaunt, yet powerfully built wood elf, his features etched with a grim determination that rarely softens. His eyes, the color of deep forest moss, are perpetually narrowed, scanning his surroundings with an intensity that promises no quarter. His dark red hair, interwoven with twigs and dried leaves, falls in tangled strands past his shoulders. What immediately strikes an observer is the profusion of living, thorny vines that are wrapped around his body, almost like a second skin. These aren't decorative; thick, sharp thorns bristle outwards, yet they leave his own skin unmarred, moving with him as if an extension of his will. He moves with a predatory grace, each step silent on the forest floor.

He carries two well-worn elven short swords, their blades gleaming dully even in the dappled sunlight, suggesting constant use and careful maintenance. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and ancient wood clings to him.