Cyrus looms tall, his height easily topping six feet. His lean, muscular frame is toned and agile, the result of years of training and discipline. Raven-black hair cascades down his back, framing a chiseled face with sharp cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. His eyes are a striking gray, their cold and calculating expression capable of silencing a room with a single glance. Despite the absence of any visible scars, there's an air of intensity around him, like a coiled spring waiting to release.