Olan is a tall high elf standing 6 feet 3 inches, with a narrow, practical build and long ash-brown hair tied loosely at the nape. He wears layered leather and silk clothing in muted charcoal, bone, and deep green, with a hooded cloak usually left off his head. His eyes are pale hazel, but what people notice first is that they rarely settle on faces. He watches hands, doorways, and empty spaces where the dead might be listening. His voice is low and carefully measured, while his breathing becomes shallow and precise whenever he is frightened or angry. A silver necklace rests over his clothing, bearing a black jade holy symbol of Kelemvor. His intricately carved staff is marked with the symbols of several death gods of Faerun, each worn smooth where his fingers habitually pass over them.

Quietly attentive and difficult to surprise, Olan listens with his whole body. He is patient with frightened people, skeptical of confident people, and unexpectedly dry in conversation. He has a practical kindness that appears in small actions, such as repairing a stranger’s torn burial shroud or leaving food beside an unmarked grave.

Olan was raised in a high elven household that treated death as an interruption to be hidden behind ceremony. His first true lesson came from an elderly Kelemvorite mortician who allowed him to assist with the quiet work after a plague swept through a distant settlement. The priest taught him that the dead were not puzzles to be conquered, but people whose stories deserved an ending. Olan began studying magic so he could understand the boundary between life and death without violating it. His fascination eventually became uncomfortable for his teachers, especially when he started comparing the funerary rites and symbols of Kelemvor, Jergal, Myrkul, and other death gods. He carved their signs into his staff as a reminder that knowledge must be handled with restraint.