Skyol is a pale lad with eyes the colour of mint. His fair hair is cut short and curls about his head in a mess, only kept enough to keep it off his forehead. Although clearly very young, he has creases around his eyes, mouth and cheeks from smiles and laughter.

Despite being of average height, if not slightly taller, everything about him seems small. His cheeks are gaunt, his nose small and upturned. His jaw is narrow, his chin little but pointed. His arms are lean but hardened from the bow. His legs are likewise bandy, but without the muscle from archery.

Skyol is often swaddled up in pelts down to his knees, bound down with strands of leather and twine made of animal furs. His boots and gloves are of thick fur, and his trousers are sturdy wool.

He usually has a strap across his chest, further holding down the furs of his coat, with a sheathed skinning knife sewn onto the strap. Beneath the knife is a loop with a heavy-headed handaxe thrust through it, the steel black, scratched and pitted, but no less sturdy and no less sharp. On his back is a leather sleeve with a double-limbed recurve bow, which seems to be carved of the antlers of some fantastical northern beast.

Not so often he wears a short sword at his hip in a long wood-and-leather scabbard.