When most Talerian hear his name, they expect Brathu Sarff to be one of the Iraen barbarians, red-haired, green-eyed and scarred from a hopeless life in the Briar.

This assumption has served him well.

Brathu Sarff's hair is midnight-black rather than red, worn long and unbraided, and only loosely tied back to keep it out of his face. He is a thin, handsome man in a cold way, with a distinct elven flavour to his features, but still too broad to be a pure-blooded elf. His skin is slightly too pale to make him look healthy, but unmarred by scars, and while his eyes are green, his are several shades darker than those commonly found amongst the Iraen. His expressions are muted- where another man might burst out laughing, Brathu will only smile- and while he could be described as haughty, he moves with the calm, assured stride of a war-veteran.

While his appearance might fit in on the streets of Matheryn or Ghastenhall, his attire certainly would not. His clothes are old and worn, patched and repaired so many times that it is impossible to tell what the original colours were. And few men of Talingarde would wear armour made of black wood- even armour finely-made and decorated with the swirling Iraen knotwork carved into its surface. Over the armour, he wears a black cloak with a ruff of raven's feathers that has weathered the elements better than the rest of his outfit.

He also carries an age-worn curved blade that- while of fine make- doesn't look like it has seen service in the last decade, and a rounded targe with a spiralling design vaguely reminiscent of a serpent coiling out from the centre. On his right hand, he wears a gold ring set with a large polished onyx- the only piece of jewellery he wears.

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