Tyrant is a dapper old man whose once pelage of flawless inkjet has silvered as he's aged. Now, there are only points of inkjet: beneath each pale silver eye, dusting his guard hairs, featherings of inkjet at the back of each leg and a defiant strip that runs down his spine. His lean body is riddled with faded scars of a warrior's past though fresh ones can be found at the junction of his shoulders where his falcon companion can sometimes be found hitching a ride.