Ieridenth Kelearith appears very deceivingly elf-like, and indeed, could pass as such, were it not for his towering height. His skin is a the color of the pale moonlight on the surface of a midnight-stilled lake. His features are angular, but fair, with eyes that are almond-shaped and a mouth framed by thin lips.
Blue-black hair of the night is pulled back into a ponytail that hangs to the middle of his back. With his skin so fair and hair so dark, his violet colored-irises are set into a perpetual flame. He looks about, with cunning and expert knowledge. It is clear to any who use blades, this being knows his weapons and is constantly on alert.
He is thin but built, muscles underly the thin shirt he wears, though they remain hidden by a thick brown cloak of rough fabric. Though some mistake him for a high elf, he is much more, being the higher celestial version of his elven cousins.
After killing his master and flaying him alive, Ieridenth has found himself a self-made leader of the Fallen Fallen deep within the underbelly of Gehenna on the plane of Mungoth. He has never wanted more to be free of his prison, and may now possess the key to finally breaking free.
