Lynx was the picture of athletic grace. His hair was a messy, dark brown, almost black, often tangled from the wind. Sharp, intelligent eyes, a shade of deep green that seemed to hold the secrets of the forest, peered out from beneath thick brows. His face was marked with a few scars, reminders of past battles, but they only added to his rugged charm. He usually wore simple, practical clothing, often leather and linen, suited for his life on the run.