A human male in his late twenties, slightly shorter than average with ginger hair and a near perpetual irritable expression Caeran has the look of someone who has been through a life short on comforts. Weathered and worn with little in the way of softness in his features he does not dress to improve that matter, favouring very severe clothing with a definite military crispness to the attire. Despite that there is the imp of mischief in his green eyes in defiance of his overall more serious look. Having traded his faded cloak for another newer one but still in very muted colours he wears light chain beneath thick woollen garb, with a rapier and longsword at his waist and a bow and a pair of short staffs at his back, all evidently well made but only the rapier more impressively crafted than the sort of thing one could find in a decent armoury to the degree that it looks magical. Currently he's the look of someone slightly behind on his personal grooming, hair and beard both that bit too long.