Zenkar

He has ashen skin and solid black eyes, standing about 5'8" tall. He is very slender looking; nearing malnourished. With an almost permanent smirk on his face that almost seems to say, "I know more than you fools." This rarely becomes a smile. But, when it does, it rarely (if ever) extends to his eyes. Always wearing deep dark red robes that are very loose fitting, almost as if for someone of a larger build. Around his waist is a belt with a holder for a book that he is always wearing. His hand is almost always on this book, which is wrapped in a very fine cloth. Presumably to keep it clean.

The Wanderer
After being betrayed, and left abandoned in a prison of sorts by the people he was leading, it took him many years to escape; leaving his mind somewhat broken. After many years of wandering in a kind of stupor, he finally was able to regain his sense of self and set about learning the ways of the world once again. All the while searching for the ones that betrayed him.

Since that time, he has been a very restless wanderer staying in one place no longer than a year or two. In his travels he has gained some small renown as a scholar and knowledgeable man; meeting many people and gaining access to many caches of knowledge that many are forbidden from entering, not all were with permission.