Thin as a rail nearly to the point of emaciation, Tyrell looks younger than his twenty stanyers would suggest.  His worn but carefully maintained clothing hangs loosely on his gangly frame, suggesting that he's lost a significant portion of his body weight recently that he could ill afford.  While his skin is clear and tanned, it is marred in places by the faint tracery of old scars.  Additionally his calloused hands and decidedly New Paleor accent quash any suggestion of soft metroplex upbringing.

However, Tyrell's bright green eyes belied the overall demeanor of some backwards New Pale economic refugee.  They possess a burning intensity; more curious than wary, more determined than downtrodden as he freely sweeps his gaze to examine his environs or occasionally lets it settle too long staring at a person that catches his interest.