Micah is an 11 year old boy, standing at 4'10". He's a thin, wiry boy who has led most of his life on a diet of scraps given to the palace staff after the royals were done eating. His hair is dark, a shining black like the obsidian shards of the far South. Like most people of Ysil, he shares a dusky tone of skin. His eyes are bright blue, the iris sparkling with tiny needle points of white like a field of stars. His face is at once quite handsome and cute for a boy his age, properties inherited from his royal father and his beautiful mother. Henna tattoos run down both of his arms from the top of his shoulders to the backs of his hands. The tattoos are done primarily in blue ink, swirling in patterns reminiscent of the ancient hieroglyphics that tell tales of the Celestial Gods and the Aqua Azuli.

Before leaving the palace, Micah took what he could for clothes. Including some that were not his own. He is dressed rather well in colorful fabrics, belying his status as a fugitive and homeless child.

Currently, Micah is using a... small fruit knife... for personal defense.