He was born in Wydde's Wood, though he does not spend much time in his homeland.

E'rae defies his elven heritage by standing at almost 6' even, and sporting a strong chest, not quite as sturdy looking as a humans.

though he is larger then his kin, he possesses the elven speed and agility all the same, and uses his strength and speed in harmony to put any that may take blade against him, into their place.

His eyes are a soft and yet penetraiting jade, which seem to look past you and into your soul, where they threaten to find all secrets you might hide from him.

his hair is a soft platinum which comes down to his shoulderblades, where he pulls it back into a tight ponytail.

When younger, he knew only his grandparants as family. Both mother, and father having died in an attack by roadside bandits.

He holds but one weapon, a slender katana style sword, which is a family relic given to him on his grandfathers death bed.
The blade is of spectacular make, some even saying it holds magick of untold power, which is suggested by the runs which run up and down the dulled side of the weapon all the way up to the tip.

E'rae wears a soft and extravogent white tunic, edged in a dark and unforgiving red.
to complete the outfit his pants are made from a likewise "royal" material, they are as black as night, using a leather strap as a belt he holds a look which clearly suggests the nobility in his blood.
Coming from the short sleeve on his right arm, is a mithril sleeve in the stead of silk, which goes beneath his tunic accross the right half of his chest, coming down to the left side of his stomach, protecting all but his left breast, and giving him a look which stay's the minds of those he meets.
His appearance holds true to his line, for his parants were highly trusted nobility, father holding a place in the kinds advisory, and his mother holding a high place of respect as a famous healer.

Though he seeks not to change his appearance, or denie his blood, he is not overly found of its implications, and has often been told that his behavior is unapropriate.

His attitude holds for the most part a "strickly bussiness" apeal, and his fighting clearly shows that he see's only a slime line between good and evil, and is willing to cross it as much as needed if assuring victory, and life to those he fights for, which depending on the situation, could be a defensless child, or for his own selfish desires.

While outwardly he may appear selfish, deep down he holds a vivid sense of honor and duty, and when needed to, will sacrifice everything for those he owes it to.

When not wearing the amazing cloak of sternness he holds an outright wild sense of life, and need to enjoy it, which has earned him the shunning words of many an elf that dissagree with his strange behavior, yet in the proccess has once or twice befriended a dwarf as a drinking buddy, not an everyday sight as many would point out.

upon his right ear he wears a pearl earring with almost glows when the light is right.

though often serious his features are always soft, and many that know him would swear he was incabable of frowning.

Along with what skill he has gained in the art of fighting, he holds a mocking smirk which he shows whenever someone attempts to elevate themselves above thier true abbility, through bragging or showing off. The grin is often accompanied by a light chuckle as if to say. "Dont humiliate yourself, ill show you how its done."