Awkward and ungainly, Haf is of medium height but a little on the scrawny side.  His hair is an overly curly brown nest, while his eyes are a lighter hazel.  Nothing impressive, nothing exquisite.  He looks like he is doomed to a life of mediocrity at first glance, complete with some oafish awkwardness and lack of coordination.

However, Haf moves with an eerily perfect grace, which catches even Haf himself off guard.  He is both quick and fast to an alarming degree, his casual walking pace at least that of a horse's, and his coordination unintentionally perfect.  When he gets particularly riled up, Haf is an absolute blur of motion.

The failed wizard dresses simply, with what gear he has tucked neatly in his backpack.  He bears a crossbow and dagger, as well as a few wands tucked into his belt.

His boots, dusty as they are, are recognizable to the other reborn souls as both magical and powerful, but details beyond that are as of yet unknown.