An angelic figure that stood at exactly six feet tall. His skin was a light tanned color. His eyes, a deep ocean blue with hair that was a white blonde. The angelic wings on his back spanned 10 ft wide yet fit his athletic frame well.
Byrd was no angel. Far from it, in fact. Though human, he was born with a pair of angelic wings from a tribe that has long since been lost to history. The Icarii were now extinct, as far as Byrd knew. Few knew of who or what he was, yet his unique features seemed to attract more positive attention than negative, which he oftened used to his advantage. Byrd was a very outspoken person, never one to shy away from a conversation. He carried himself like royalty, and knew that his appearance could cause lust as well as jealousy. He was friendly and fairly laid back, but would be quick to defend himself as well as his morals.
His attire was simple, for not many clothes were made to fit a man with a massive pair of wings on his back. He wore a white vest that fit and flaunted his body perfectly. His legs were covered in pants made of a soft silky material of the same color that hung loosely and ended just above his ankles. Adorning his feet were a pair of leather shoes of a simple black color that did not take away from the rest of his wardrobe.
Byrd spend most of his life searching for answers to his path. As little as people knew about him, Byrd knew just as little. By the time he was old enough to comprehend the world around him, he had grown up with a couple that traveled the world. They had found him in a large grass plain, feasting on what food remained from a carcass of a dead antelope. The couple cared for him and nurtured him until he was old enough to begin his own journey. At the age of 16, Byrd set out on his quest to find answers about his people and his heritage. Fours years have since past, and he has yet to find any clue as to who he is or where he is from.