Kristofer had quite the form. His muscular body was built for the work he once loved with little to no scarring from battles past. His hair is a perfect blonde flowing mane of gold that rolls over his shoulders and hangs loosely down his back, sometimes tied up in a small knot to keep it out of the way.

His tireless training giving little way to a social life and quite often gave him a strange outlook to those who met him. The man wore light clothing that moved easily with his step. A step of one who had pride in his ways and his life. He had no care for those who hated themselves. A defeatist was just another fool in his mind. One who couldn't accept themselves and their chosen or given priorities.

However, his family has always been important to him. Though he wished he could have spent more time with them, though it was difficult to do after what had happened to them recently. Having found out his family was slaughtered by a group of rogue elves within the walls of Blacksteel he set out to gather as much information and backing as he could to avenge his family.