Kyprianos possesses the lithe, athletic build of a satyr accustomed to leaping through tangled undergrowth. His lower half is covered in thick, mossy-green fur that transitions into dark, slate-grey hooves. His horns are mahogany-hued and twisted like old grapevines, meticulously wrapped in thin silver wire that glimmers in the moonlight. While his skin is the color of sun-baked silt, his eyes are a startling, translucent amber that seems to ripple like a disturbed pond when he is emotional. Curiously, he always smells of ozone and fresh rain despite the cloying scent of the peat and mud he works with daily. He moves with a fluid, liquid grace that makes his steps silent on dry leaves, giving the impression that he is gliding just a fraction of an inch above the ground. A single, perfectly preserved silver leaf grows directly out of his left earlobe, a strange biological anomaly that he never explains.