Zander stands lean and agile, with the sharp ears and elegant features of his elven mother paired with the rugged, broader frame of his human father. He wears deep forest-green leathers that are worn and scuffed from years in the brush. His hair is a sandy brown, usually tied back with a leather cord, and his eyes are a piercing, hawk-like green that never seems to stop scanning the horizon.

Zander is a man of few words, believing that most people talk simply to fill the silence that nature uses to speak. He is intensely observant and often identifies people by their scent or the way they walk before he bothers to learn their names. Though distant, he is deeply kind to creatures in distress.

Born on the fringes of the High Forest, Zander was the product of a brief but genuine romance between an elven glade-warden and a human fur trader. Neither community fully claimed him, so he spent his youth in the 'in-between' spaces, learning the language of the wind and the patterns of the migration. He earned his keep as a guide, leading merchant caravans through paths only he could see, avoiding the monstrosities that lurk in the deep shadows. Everything changed when a strange, weeping blight began to infect the ancient oaks of his home. Local authorities ignored the problem, viewing the forest as a mere resource. Realizing that the balance between civilization and the wild was tilting toward destruction, Zander took up his longbow and left the safety of the treeline. He now wanders the world, seeking the source of this corruption and acting as a silent sentinel for the natural places that cannot defend themselves.