"We were once a land of drachen and Heroes riding shining steeds to fight monsters. We were once prosperous and full of promise. We were once a lot of things. Now we are this. But I will tell you one thing. We are still proud. And there are still monsters to fight.”

Tall and possessed of a muscular build, Eberhard's closely cropped brown hair and beard (both of which are going grey at the edges) give the appearance of a man in his early 30s.  Favoring the dark colors and rugged clothing favored by those who call the bleak lands of Eisen home, Eberhard is usually found in heavy riding leathers that despite offering no protection against a musket, are perfectly suited for warding off a glancing hit from one of the myriad of Horrors that calls Eisen home.  As is expected from a man of a land of walking nightmares, he is always armed; a well-worn, but lovingly maintained broadsword at his hip and a heavy iron gauntlet on his arm.

Beyond that, the only other things of note are the pin perched proudly on the collar of his jacket denoting his membership in the duelist's guild and the positively ancient looking silver necklace he wears around his neck that bears the crest of House Ravenkamp, an old line of crusaders who heeded the  Imperator's call and follow him south some 500 years ago.  Of course, those men and women who returned had all been branded traitors; the Inquisition claiming that they marched on an unsanctioned Crusade, abandoning Eisen itself to the Horrors.