Lysander is a slender Satyr with glossy chestnut fur covering his lower half and digitigrade legs. His upper torso is lean and muscular, typically clad in tailored, if travel-worn, velvet doublets. His horns are polished to a high sheen and decorated with small silver rings, framing a face with sharp, clever features and eyes that always seem to be searching for a secret.

Lysander is unnervingly calm and articulate. He speaks with a rhythmic, almost musical cadence that makes even his insults sound like compliments. He finds the chaos of the Material Plane's politics endlessly entertaining and prefers to solve conflicts with a clever sentence rather than a blade.

Born in the Feywild, Lysander was once a favored jester in the Court of Summer. However, he possessed a tongue far too sharp for his own good. During a grand gala, he successfully convinced a minor archfey that they had actually lost their title in a game of riddles that never occurred. Though the prank was technically impressive, it led to his permanent exile from the fey realms. Lysander found his way to the mortal courts, where he discovered that humanoid lords were far easier to manipulate. He spent years acting as an unofficial advisor and master of ceremonies, weaving webs of influence. A recent scandal involving a clandestine letter and a Duke's daughter has forced him to flee into the life of an adventurer. He now uses his uncanny gift of gab to navigate the dangers of the road, always looking for the next person he can talk into or out of something.