Arirus

Rusty is a striking figure, with a rugged, sun-weathered appearance that speaks of a life spent mostly outdoors. His hair is a tousled mess of sandy blond curls, streaked with lighter shades of gold and honey from countless hours under the sun, always looking slightly disheveled as if he's just rolled out of bed or tumbled in from an adventure.

His eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue. They crinkle at the corners when he laughs, which is often, and hold a constant spark of mischief and amusement. Beneath them, his cheekbones are sharp and defined, leading down to a strong, aquiline nose that had been slightly crooked at some point, no doubt from one of his many escapades. His jawline is often dusted with a few days' worth of stubble, with the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow.

Rusty's skin is a warm, sun-kissed bronze, the result of years spent bare-chested and barefoot, exploring the rugged cliffs and sandy shores of the Icarian homeland. A sparse smattering of freckles dot his nose, cheeks, and shoulders, a map of his outdoor life etched into his skin.

His body is lean and muscular, with the wiry strength of a hunter. He has the broad shoulders and thick chest of a swimmer, the muscles in his back and arms honed from years of flying and navigating the wild coastal currents.

But perhaps the most noticeable feature of Rusty's appearance is his wings. They're massive, spanning nearly 22 feet from wingtip to wingtip, and covered in tawny and white feathers in the pattern of an osprey's wing.