Frail, even for one of his kind, Errik's emaciated form manages to hold itself with an arrogant, disdainful air. Though his features have been ravaged by Undeath, a few hints remain at the once regal creature he was. Pale, faded blonde hair hangs to his shoulders, combed to a dull sheen by the ever vain Forsaken. Scars run down his face from his eyes and mouth, deep enough to expose the cracked and yellowed bone beneath. Though once tall, Errik is now stooped, like much of his race.