With the refined grace unexpected of a youth, Lysariel is an enigma that commands attention. His hair, as silver as a moonbeam, is shortly-cropped save for two intricately woven braids that frame his youthful countenance, trailing down to his shoulders. His eyes are a mystery, their light blue hues are at most times unseen, veiled by a blindfold of finely spun silver silk.

Clad in a flowing tunic of purest white, his attire suggests simplicity yet exudes an aura of sanctity. The garment drapes over his slender frame with an ethereal lightness, billowing softly with each gentle movement, akin to a solitary cloud traversing the azure expanse of the sky. The free-flowing nature of his attire seems to mirror his spirit, unbounded and guided by unseen winds. Even with his enigmatic demeanor, he navigates his surroundings with a graceful ease, each movement painting a living portrait of quiet resilience and serene wisdom.