Ernesh is a lean, long-limbed aasimar whose presence feels more like a storm held behind glass than a blessing. His brown hair falls to his shoulders in thick, weather-roughened ropes, usually tied back with strips of red siege cloth. A pale scar runs from the bridge of his nose across his left cheek, puckering the skin like a crooked stitch. His eyes are dark hazel in ordinary light, but flare with cold silver when he invokes his patron. His movements are economical and strangely quiet for an armored warrior. He walks with the measured balance of someone crossing a ship's deck, even on solid ground. The unexpected contradiction is his smile, which is warm, boyish, and almost painfully sincere, appearing most often immediately before he does something ruthless.