Khyerl's clothing consists of the traditional kilt. His mane is blackish with gold streaks and extends to his shoulder blades. On his right shoulder, held with a green woven strap that holds his Long Rifle he was given by his old rifle corps.
Khyerl grew up in a lower-class Aslan home. For generations, his family has never owned land, or attained any status. It is Khyerl's dream to someday change that. He has come to respect the other crewmembers, and has learned to be patient with the non-Aslan way of thinking. After all, these tahiwihteakhtau (barbarians) might help him find real land someday! While Khyerl has become accustomed to Imperial culture, he has no intention of becoming assimilated.
To humans, Aslan have an inordinate preoccupation with the acquisition of land. Unfortunately, Khyerl's home world of Akhlare offered none of it to someone of his mediocre social standing. In a way, however, this suited him fine. He always desired to see new places and experience new things--a personality unsuited to a male who must carefully oversee his land.
Khyerl joined the military to fight in a glorious clan-war that was to last at least another 20 years, gaining him great honor, and perhaps land. Unfortunately the war was satisfied in only a few years. So having received his training, and after hardly bloodied his weapons on more than a few dozen opponents, Khyerl was discharged. He took his life savings and went to the Imperium and eventually purchased an equal share of the Wayfarer. In his own mind, the Wayfarer is his land, and he can be found wandering the corridors surveying his property.