On a regular day, Ryllan will be found wearing a light tan muscle shirt, as well as brown, comfortable, pants. His wrists tend to have bindings around them, sweatbands, after all, as many a warrior would tell you, it's rather unpleasant to die because one dropped one's weapon in the middle of a fight. At times, he can be found wearing a long, flowing, blue cape, though that is generally only worn when he needs to seem formal or intimidating... or both.. The young man is solidly built, standing at 5'11" and weighs in at roughly 170 lbs. Of course, most of that is muscle.

Personality:
Ryllan is, above all, a planner. While he is capable of quick decisions and actions, he often chooses instead to wait, to watch, and when he feels the time is right, to act. Ryllan rarely enjoys, once he has set his plan, being forced to deviate from it. Unfortunately, his plans, while indicative of tactical brilliance, almost never survive long enough for them to work. Unusually, however, Ryllan is willing to accept quite a bit of collateral damage alongside his actions, perhaps because he has yet to experience the responsibility of being in command. He tends towards open and friendly, though at first meeting this is more of a facade then anything else. He learns to trust quickly, though he is far more reluctant to trust with the secrets of the resistance. He can risk himself, but not the movement.

Motivation:
Although he leads the revolutionaries against Bree, Ryllan has no desire to be in the mayor's seat. Rather, he seeks to put a more capable leader there. After unseating Bree, and holding an election, Ryllan just wants to go back to the Hylan academy, assisting in teaching the younger students, using his augmentative abilities to help them develop their skills.

Background:
As a young boy, lost and scared on Lunar, barely even remembering his parents, Ryllan was taken in by the Hylan academy. At first, the boy did not display any abilities at all, but he soon discovered that his unique powers were the ability to affect the skills of others. When the Administration learned of this, he was asked to, instead of taking classes like normal, assist in teaching the younger children, using his unique abilities to allow the children to show their powers at a much earlier stage. His plan, when he'd graduated had been merely to stay there and continue working, perhaps eventually working towards a 'real' position at the school. Fate, however, intervened. He found himself becoming the recipient of a great deal of mail from a boy named Franz in New Meribia. The mail was propaganda, really, but enough of it was convincing that Ryllan needed to discover answers for himself. So he researched. He read, he took a leave of absence and spent a month just talking to people in and around Meribia. And eventually, Ryllan came to the conclusion that Franz was right. The Mayor of Meribia was a cancer on it's population. And of that of the world. In the year since then, Ryllan has quickly risen in the ranks of the young boy's organization. Becoming just second to Franz, and the main planner for the group.

Ryllan noted the slowly growing membership of the group and realized that there was something missing in the populace, something that would hopefully kickstart their recruitment.
Belief.
The Mayor was considered to be almost infallible. She needed to be shown to be fallible. And he was already beginning to spin a plan...

~~~~~~ Meribia, Undisclosed location. ~~~~~~~
"You're sure this will work?"
"Of course it will, Franz. It's all covered."
"But how're you gonna get through the tournament? No offense, Ryllan, but you're not exactly the strongest fighter in the world."
"It's all being taken care of. I'll get my shot at her."
"But how in the Star are you gonna beat her?"
"*Tsk* I don't have to beat her... Just show her up, even for a moment. Make people realize she's weak. You know as well- better than I do that the people don't like her... I think they fear her."
"So if you show that she can be hurt..."
"Exactly."
"And how do you plan to do this again?"
"Trust me. When has one of my little plans failed?"
"Well, uh-"
"When you actually /followed/ the plan?"
"...Alright, Alright, I get it. ...Good luck. And get a good night's sleep."
"Thank you. ...Even though I don't need it."