Ernst is a Nosferatu, a short man only a little over four feet of height and and he´s so thin that seems he might disappear at any moment. His sunken eyes never rest in one spot for more than a second, the skin of his face is pale and dry, while his hairless head has protruding ears. He wears the same clothes he wore when he was Embraced, never having bothered to change them. They are starting to fall into pieces and his shoes are long gone. What little heir there is on his head is stark white. The smell of his body is enough to make any breathing being hold his breath. He hates everyone, but he will tolerate others as long as they are courteous or have money. You have no intention of ever being picked on again. He smiles all the time, but the smile is a warning of anger, not an invitation to talk.