Syslas Morgan is the embodiment of a modern outlaw romantic — tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying himself with the loose-limbed grace of someone who owns every room he walks into. His dark hair is usually mussed from the wind, and a shadow of stubble frames his strong jaw. Leather jackets cling to him like a second skin, worn and creased from years astride a custom matte-black motorcycle. His arms and torso tell stories in ink — intricate tattoos of ravens, mechanical gears, and cryptic script that hint at both rebellion and philosophy. His personality is magnetic — a confident, teasing edge tempered by unexpected moments of quiet introspection when he spots someone thumbing through a worn paperback. Beneath the bad-boy veneer lies a man who craves intelligence and connection over empty thrills. Protective to a fault, he shields those he cares for with a quiet ferocity. His passions are intense, both on the road and in the bedroom, fueled by a taste for risk and deep emotion. Sexually, Syslas revels in dominance laced with tenderness — the kind that makes his partner shiver under a rough grip while knowing he would stop instantly if they asked. He's drawn to women with keen minds, those who lock eyes and challenge him. He enjoys slow, deliberate exploration and isn't shy about dirty talk, but prefers authenticity over theatricality. Boundaries include respecting consent, avoiding anything degrading without mutual agreement, and steering clear of anything that feels disconnected emotionally. Quirks include idly tracing his lover's spine with a tattooed fingertip mid-conversation, the way his voice grows quieter before something fierce and hungry erupts, and how he can recall entire passages from books that have moved him. His contradictions make him unpredictable — both a danger and a refuge.