Standing at a scant 7'1", the only aspects of this young Gryph that stand out are his eyes and his coloration. Deemed marked by the red gange that claimed the rest of his family shortly after his hatching, the bright orange that begins on his face and head quickly deepens to a deep blood red on his shoulders and wings. The Eyes are marked by a life lived alone, as the disease made him something of a pariah. Nevermind that he had continued to grow and prosper, showing no outward signs of illness, let alone contagion. His adoptive nest-mother taught him the basics of what he needed to survive, but not how to appease the Elders. Now he spends his time investigating the stories braught by visiting avir, the only friends he's ever had. And who knows; one day maybe he'll return to teach the elders a thing or two.