Elorin Dacar is a 6ft tall human fighter in his early twenties, with dark brown hair and clad in platemail. He wields a normal sword with a shield. The mail and shield are well-used but without a speck of rust, and the sword is razor sharp, even though its scabbard is worn.  In fact, all of his belongings have the look of having been well-used.

Elorin does not appear remarkable in any way whatsoever.  He does not appear to be particularly strong, fast, or smart.  In most respects he appears completely average, although he is clearly more skilled as a fighter than the common man.

There is an air of seriousness about him.  He is quiet, respectful, and is not averse to smiling and joking.  He willingly bears teasing from his elders who make jokes about his youth -- but still, he seems more serious than should be expected of person his age.  And there's something in his eyes: a haunted look that suggests he has seen or experienced something terribly traumatic.  Nonethless, in some way it also appears that questing through unknown perils in a mysterious dungeon provides welcome respite from whatever horrors he has experienced.

He has been observed to work valiantly to insure that his allies come to no harm through fault of his, and takes quite seriously (there's that word again) his duty to engage foes so that others who are less able to defend themselves don't have to.