Surprisingly tall and well muscled for one of the elven races, he stands at just under six feet. Normally he keeps his face hidden under a jet black, deep cowl, but the few times he can be seen without it reveal him to be a drow, his flawless ebon skin and handsome face marred only by the handul of scars that dot his face.

He is usually clad in a mixture of jet black clothing and shining mithril armour, a small bow and quiver of arrows hang at his left hip, and a pair of sabres are crossed over his back, the hilts of each poking through a pair of holes in his wraparound cloak.

He is softly spoken, and moves extremely fast, no doubt aided by an item of some kind, when moving he seems to glide, and shows the grace and agility of a huntung cat.

The tips of several wands and rods are visible poking out of the top of each of the pair of mithril bracers he wears within easy reach, close to the elbows and ready to snatched free in a moment of need. His clothing also bears many pockets.