Lysander Dolys

Lysander is delightfully average. Not tall, not handsome. Not a gifted fighter or a studious scholar. Decent wit, jovial disposition and remarkably unremarkable. He is new to the employ of House Nightfork (you've already been introduced to his esteemed Lord Ezra) and grateful for the opportunity. Lysander's own family, House Dolys, has a history so unambitious and unmemorable it'd almost be tragic if it wasn't so profoundly dull. He wears a black handed-down-from-a-hand-me-down tailcoat (the sleeves are too long) with matching trousers (the legs are too short). Completing his was-someone-buried-in-this look is a wrinkled white shirt with a plain open collar (yes, it's missing buttons). His only extravagance is a black pin of a cat's face with violet eyes sitting on the lapel of his scuffed tailcoat. What else is there to say about this bland afterthought? Birds nest of brown hair. Delicate eyebrows perched above a pointed nose and drab round eyes. He is wholly unprepared and naively optimistic for Matching Season. Gods help him.