Bram Bramble is a sorry example of a half elf, well you guess he is a half elf from the crooked twist of his ears and the soft face and almond shaped green eyes.

Bram is the image of misery his limbs are twisted and frail, he coughs regularly and his frame is rail thin past the slender of his heritage into an unhealthy gauntness with dark hair already receding into baldness.

Despite his physical infirmity the green eyes sparkles with intelligence and sad cunning a bright mind trapped in a broken vessel. When he speak it is with a soft whispery voice and he always keep  a pleasant demeanor after all when one is so weak and helpless one must relay on kindness of others.

Bram is dressed in a large thick robes to fight the chill that never seem to leave his bones, he hobble from place to place leaning on a large oak staff that at time seems as the only thing that keep him standing up.