Elliott Branson is an older gentlemen plated in very fine plate. On his back is a massive bastard sword, the hilt being engraved with a large opal gem, sheathed in a scabbard made of the finest leathers. His is often found on top of his steed, a destrier colored caramel wearing plate barding made of the same pristine quality of his own. Across his horse and his person is a pure white tabbard with gold inlay and embroidered with yellow symbols of Celestianity.

He is always seen with a scowl on his face, especially after being so far from his holdings. He tends to stick to himself and rarely says anything outside of commands. Any advice is curt, ambiguous and never elaborated. He may be a skilled Equite but he lacks the social skills to be liked.