Zyrax is a striking Shadar-kai with skin as pale as fresh ash. His long, flowing white hair contrasts sharply with the deep shadows he inhabits, and a pointed white goatee adds a touch of severity to his sharp features. His eyes glow with a faint, spectral white light. He is perpetually clad in dark, supple leather armor under a cloak woven from thousands of black raven feathers, with his hood often pulled up to hide his face in the gloom.

Cold, professional, and detached, Zyrax speaks in low whispers as if afraid to wake the dead. He views life as a series of calculated risks and has little patience for the exuberant or the loud. Despite his grim exterior, he possesses a dry, dark sense of humor that only surfaces during the most dire circumstances.

Born in the monochromatic depths of the Shadowfell, Zyrax served the Raven Queen as a 'reclaimer' of souls that had escaped their natural end. His training as a criminal wasn't born of greed, but of necessity. To hunt in the city of Gloomwrought, one must master the arts of breaking and entering, silent movement, and the selective removal of obstacles. He moved through the urban decay of the Shadowfell like a ghost, earning the name Shadowbringer for the way the light seemed to die when he entered a room. Eventually, his duties required him to cross the veil into the material world to hunt down a necromancer who had cheated the Matron of Ravens. Though his task is complete, Zyrax remains in these bright lands, finding that the balance between life and death is much more fragile here. He works from the shadows, a mercenary scout who accepts coin to hunt monsters, though his true allegiance remains with the cold mistress of the Grave. He views the sun with suspicion and the darkness as an old, trusted friend.