Hue of that which beckons secrets within the deep dark expanse above them all; silken long mane that swoops over a sharp shoulder as it settles tightly bound by an enchanted stripe of silver cord; the glint of half-moon glasses perched atop his bridge with just the barest slip of clever silver eyes whom peer deep into one's soul; aged and deep lines that speak to the ages that he has weathered and seen. A Heraldic this one boasts, long whipping tail curled to his side like the hug of a coiled weapon polished and displayed.

Kynaeos, the Archmage of the Arcane Institute, Nos Arcanica, founded in the Kingdom of Wintrix. It's towering spires carved from the white and grey stone of the Wintrix Peaks, sprawled within the most southeastern range and rigid barrier of the Kingdom. While he may not have been the first or last Archmage in the history of the Institute, it's vast age seen in the worn and soft reliefs decorating the entrance to it's halls, he is most definitely the longest living.

Kynaeos is a self admitted well spoken and read Courser, his voice that of a warm heavy blanket as it presses itself upon your chest and limbs, and he prides himself on the collection of works that sit within the walls of his study.