Short cropped dusty-brown hair, pointed ears, and ever squinting eyes, Wendel is a bit shorts and very frail for a half elf, for an anything really. Bruises mark his skin easily from bumping against a table or brushing shoulders with a gnome even. By the look of it he could probably be knocked out by a single punch from a drowsy kid. Its a wonder he ever made it this far. But looking past that he's actually a rather charming fellow. Always looking out for his sister he's determined to make a living with the big boys and not in the back alleys any more. He wears a rather unique ring that seems to be the source of his umph. Although he may look like a light breeze could knock him off his feet, as long as his patron is with him, he can pack a wallop of rocky force.

His on again off again relationship with sickliness is part of the reason he and his sister, Luna, make such a good pair. Although she may not be much of a fighter she has always been there to take care of Wendel when he is down for the count. When out in the field and apart from her he will probably need someone else to keep a close eye on him. If not, he may not make it back to his beloved sister one of these days.

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