|Title||Wolf of the Ebon Blade|
|Age||28 at time of death|
|Eye Color||Ice Blue|
|Skin Color||Light Blue|
Cerle stands much straighter than many of his race and bears little if any of the usual decomposition. His skin is the light blue tone of one who has been exposed to the cold for a very long time, though his body seems to emit a strange warmth. Cerle's features are pleasant and well proportioned, some would say handsome, though he has a patch made of borean leather concealing much of his lower face. Ice blue eyes glow with an almost resigned light beneath his brows. His dark hair is long and unbound.
Cerle's thin body is most often encased in the black saronite plates of a Knight of the Ebon Blade. A naked runeblade is perpetually slung over his shoulder, a two-handed broadsword almost as tall as he is by the name of Ataxia.
Cerle is more often than not the silent observer, taking in the goings on of the world around him. Much of the details of his former lives were lost during his conversion to Death Knighthood, and as such he has a slightly unsettling curiosity about much of the world. Cerle doesn't have many social graces and can be a bit brusque and improper when dealing with others. Even so, he often picks up on things about others that they try to keep hidden.
Cerle knows that he is a living weapon, a fact that he is reminded of constantly by the whispers of his runeblade. However he has a very strong desire to protect others.