Keung is worst-marred on his right side with perfectly regular scars across much of his body. Married to those healed scars, however, is a network tracery of angry red welts that travel like infected veins across his old wounds, creeping up his neck and over the right side of his face. His right leg is fitted with a prosthetic leg, and he keeps a staff with him, looking rather pathetic most of the time in his stumping walk. Keung's baletouched wounds glitter an ominous shade of yellow-green when in particular light, and his right eye is forever bloodshot, marred with an ugly shade of green and reflecting flashes of red from behind his slit pupil.

Still, he wears his laureate of gold and still deigns to dress himself in clothing suitable for a Garandezwarden heir, never mind that his father has publicly spoken against the likelihood of Keung getting anywhere near the Konik's chair. Keung's clothing is therefore slightly less gilt in gold than his fairer brother's, instead dressing in red and black linens and leathers with the simplest golden jewelry. He can't keep his stump-foot a secret with the way that Aigard go shoeless, but he makes up for it in the heavy fur-lined clothing and his somewhat menacing glare.

It couldn't have been a worse decision; Keung took his step as an officer as the sign of his obvious path to Konik, and he was a showy, flashy bastard about it. He led many Aigard into battle against the Baletouched, ignoring advice for caution, charging in to slay all monsters and save the day.

Most of his people died, or came back terrifically disfigured-- some of them with their minds intact and some of them not. Keung was lucky in that his mind was intact... mostly, but he was thoroughly shamed, denounced by his father for a fool, and forced to take to the shadows. He wasn't used to that, and his resentment for Keshon only grew when his brother doled out a kind of condescending politeness, whether in public or private, and refused to treat him as an equal.

Keung found a surprising advocate in his other brother, Kenzou, though it took him time to realize it. He'd dismissed Kenzou from boyhood because his father had demanded it of them, but marred as Keung was now, he found that Kenzou didn't take this excuse to get the revenge he must surely have been plotting. Instead, Kenzou's forgiveness and slow opening of their relationship from tense rivalry to allies in the face of their House's disapproval netted the both of them an unexpected, deep-rooted bond.

Keung still struggles with his fall from grace. His eyes are open to his father's petty plots and politicking now, and though he's still easily angered, headstrong, and sometimes ascerbic, Keung has learned to think things through. From the shade though he may be, he is still strong. His stumping walk is an act, his staff a concealed, deadly blade. His loyalty to his father wavers, but Keung has never once turned away from his people, even if many of them bitterly despise him.

He's too young yet to know what to do about it all, but if anything, his hatred for the real enemy, the Balequeen and her minions, has focused his ire to a slow-burning fire. One day he hopes to have another try on her troops and her life, when he's better studied and better equipped to deal with the green-flamed threat.