Appearance:
Nobody recalls in detail what Ellrend used to look like, there is a vague recollection of a handsome little boy with wild red hair and a smile as wide as the sky and the most wondrous eyes. The fire took all of that from him though. Now all that is ever seen of the young man is the long, flowing robes he wears, with long, billowing sleeves that hides his hands, and the deep, dark cowl he always wears pulled up. Inside that darkness there is only a mask of simple, polished wood, with thin slits cut for the eyes and little more. Nobody begrudges the lad his odd clothes though, as his mother has told all who would hear since his accident so many years ago, it's not so that he can hide, but to spare them the sight of the burns that cover him from head to toe.

Favorite clothing style
Loose, billowing robes with bell sleeves and a deep cowls, and a blank, polished mask made of wood.

Personality
Ellrend could easily have become a sullen, brooding wretch, but early on he chose not to. Despite hiding himself from the eyes of the world the lad is remarkably jovial, greeting everyone he passes on the village streets with a bob of his head and a kind word.

Among friends he is boisterous and loud, always the first to break in to song or to rise to any challenge put forth. He is also known for his temper, which boils slowly, but once the lad has had enough you will know it as his anger comes pouring out like fire from a dragons maw.

Flaws: Bad tempered, reckless, very uncomfortable with physical closeness, possessive.

Strengths: Loyal, protective, passionate and relentless.

Likes: Pretty girls, gold, adventures and a good book.

Dislikes: To be scrutinized too closely, anyone trying to touch him, cold weather.