Ember, the wizard, is a rather unassuming fort of elvish stock.  He has starkly pale eyes and dark brown hair, with a single lock of white.  He shares the general underfed common to the select subset of scholarly types who tend towards absently missing meals and sleep when in the middle of a particular discovery.  The elf dresses in faded colors, generally with frayed sleeves or other signs of absentminded neglect.

While Ember, at his five-three and slender frame, can hardly be considered intimidating, his permanent, seven-foot 'shadow' is a silent hulk of ghostly robes and tattered funereal wrappings, both from a style ancient beyond memory.  The form bears a simple shepherd's crook in one hand, and in its belt a wicked-looking set of shears.  It refers to itself as the Grey Shepherd, and when it deigns to speak does so in an echoing, hollow voice.

Both Ember and Gray Shephard, when the latter is around, bear a brand burning with angry fire; Ember bears the mark on his left palm, while his spectral companion's mark shines from within the empty darkness where his face should be.