Those who look upon his face see only the mask, a custom holy symbol of Davalon that fits upon and over his face, held in place by soft fabric that loops under his hair and over his ears.

Flowing blond hair that dances around his mid back, standing six foot three and wears simple travelers clothing.

Citrus has a loving mother and father. Growing up deep in the forest, he took up the same role as his father a cleric. Yet deep in the wood with very rare outings to the city for trading. His past time was spent with his mother a Nymph. Her natural beauty and blood attracted other Fey. The spells they cast got annoying quickly and Citrus became adept at handling them. He was very lacking in the weapons training area of his skills eventually abandoning it just to focus on his healing skills and the blessing of Davalon he had been granted.