At first glance, you could be forgiven for mistaking the diminutive figure of Raelen for some gremlin, goblin or boggart of folklore; a mischievous spirit or creature of the faewyld. If you ever manage to get a closer look, it's clear to see he's just a gnome. A very dirty, ragged gnome wearing ragged furs and torn rags. He carries a twisted staff festooned with tokens, fetishes and symbols of stone, bone and wood, carved with arcane sigils and fixed atop sits a horned pig skull, painted with unsettling geometry. The whole affair rattles like the scuttling of chitinous feet wherever he goes. Hanging from a rope belt are a string of leather pouches, a functional blade and a glitteringly sharp sickle. About his shoulders he wears a rough woollen blanket like a cloak, fastened with little more than a bent nail in place of a brooch and the remainder of his possessions are thrown into a rough hessian sack. He does not strike the most salubrious of figures, to put it poilitely. To put it less politely, he looks like the lowest kind of street trash. The only exception to his beggar-like appearance is a rather stylish red cap that he can sometimes be seen wearing.

Despite his worn, filthy visage, common clothes and apparent lack of wealth or success, his face is serene when at rest and he doesn't carry the worry lines of someone with even a single care in the world. He cackles when amused and grins as frequently as he spits and scratches, which is often, paying no mind to the offence such may cause. When he speaks it is usually in rhyming verse and he can often be either misleading or otherwise open to interpretation. Whether he does this intentionally or if it's just the way he is, is unclear.