Calyx was a gaunt man with that grayish pallor shared by most natives. The hypnotic violet glow in his irises under daylight wasn't unusual either.
What set him apart from the rest of his kind was his size. He was average—nowhere near the ranks of Life-Lumyst-pumped colossi around him. Even the Underworld Barbarians from the Duskwight Lands towered over him in height and frame, turning him into a near-dwarf among his own people.
Maybe that lingering sense of inferiority and rejection had fermented into hatred and ambition, driving him to train and study like a madman. By the time he realized it, he'd become a respected—and feared—permanent member of the Radiant Conclave, ruling above everyone and beneath only one.
