Standing at 4'4, this little fellow is a familiar sort of anthropomorphic avian; wings on his back, talons for feet and hands, and a plush coat of feathers just about everywhere else. They're thickest on the top of his head, where they've been styled into loose spikes that sweep back with the grain of the plumage, save for a few messy plumes that perpetually spill forward over his bright golden eyes. Below is a small yellow beak, black-tipped, with flexible inner corners that allow for mischievous grins, pleading frowns and an oh-so-innocent smile. His beak curves to a point like all raptors, but the tip looks notably rounded rather than sharp -- just enough to give a good poke without really hurting someone. Beneath, the downy feathers of his throat are a creamy marshmallow-white, fading to a russet brown on his cheeks and head.

This color split continues downwards to mark his back, arms, and back of his wings russet while his chest and belly stay mostly white, the latter mottled with yet more dots of brown. His body as a whole is slender, to the point that even his feathers can't hide the smooth inward dip of his stomach below his flat chest; though his back is usually hidden by the pair of wings folded against it, it's likely the same. His arms and legs are almost as skinny, cushioned only by the tiniest hint of baby fat despite all the running and climbing he tends to do, hinting at either a fast metabolism or a lack of food. What he calls hands are odd little things, looking much like a bird's feet complete with four digits (one opposable), yellow scales, and short black talons that are blunted like his beak. The transition from skin to scales at the wrist is covered by shaggy down, long enough to brush against his hands.

The brown-speckled pattern on his belly once more gives way to pure white just below his waist, wrapping around his body to cover his small bum. Looking all the more supple and soft for the virgin white feathers, his round cheeks rest snugly beneath the flat cover of his brown tailfeathers, which serve to protect some of his modesty from behind. But there's no such thing up front, exposing his anthro heritage for all the world to see A tight, tiny sheath not more than a couple inches long pokes out from, and is covered in, a fine layer of fuzz-like down, all still that wispy white. Just below, an equally petite feathered sac holds the boy's immature balls close to his body, nestled up nicely against the base of his sheath. Lower still, at just about knee-height, a final patch of brown-dotted-white covers his lower legs, and his ankles are sheltered by the same loose collection of feathers as his wrists. Finally, his avian toes each end in a long talon, looking sharper than those on his fingers and usually found suspending him from a branch.