This young man's appearance is defined by contrasts: Of his dark, unruly curls against his brown skin, which in turn is dusted with a scattering of freckles that pop out in middle tones. Of eyes the grayish-green of moss and long lashes like forest shadows above an ingenuous, naturally mischievous smile that is broad, white, and even. Of broad shoulders versus narrow waist, muscular arms versus long legs. Of the way he catches his lower lip partly between his teeth whenever he says something flirtatious, but blushes fetchingly and forgets his words when it's turned back on him. Everything about him seems somehow smooth, except for his roguishly stubbled jaw and the bit of beard on his chin.

He moves like he talks—light and quick—and laughs in the same easy way. His features are achingly handsome and phenomenally expressive, the sort of face that could never tell a lie. Conversely, it's easy to imagine him slyly sharing a bawdy joke. The overall product is one of those lucky individuals who looks as though they've just climbed out of bed, but in that enviably tousled way that really suits them.

The Dalish infantry corporal is rarely far from Kiril, and not shy about demonstrating how obviously smitten he is with the Serenite.