Ronan is a tower of disciplined muscle, standing with a rigidity that suggests he is always on the verge of a salute. His skin is leathered by years of sun and freezing winds, and his steel-gray eyes possess a piercing quality that seems to weigh the tactical value of everything he sees. His dark hair is cropped short in a pragmatic soldier's cut, silvering at the temples. The most striking and unsettling feature is a faint, rhythmic blue pulse visible through the veins of his neck and hands, a manifestation of the magical loyalty oath he swore to Lord Dustin. He moves with a heavy, certain grace, his plate armor clinking in a familiar, steady rhythm like a heartbeat of iron.