You wouldn't look twice at Olyx, were you traversing the bustling port of
Stormhaven. A young man of average height, with skin tanned from sun and sea,
long black hair tied in a braid and a neatly trimmed beard- though stocky and
with broad shoulders, and possessing a slight rugged charm of a man inured to
hardship. He's wearing faded blue leathers with a golden trim, thick in all
the right places; a mariner's armor. A longsword with a plain cruciform guard
guard, a matching dagger and a worn buckler seem to be his only weapons, and
his backpack seems patched in places, just like his heavy cloak.