Calm and gentle, caring and sincere. Prone to using his words before his fists. Light hearted, though does little more than smile. To laugh, he has to be caught off guard or find something very amusing.
Longsword that sits on his hip, with crimson arm guards, running from his shoulders to his hands, spiked at the shoulders. Dark gray shirt and black pants with weathered leather boots. A cloak is always around his neck, strapped under his arms to the neck piece with his family seal on the corners. Old and tattered, he refuses to give it up.
he eldest of the Isenhardt family, he does his best to keep his siblings from murdering one another or anyone else. Calm and level headed, he keeps his cool in every situation. Not one to start fights, he is sure as hell one to finish them, and violently if angered. One can easily taunt and insult him all they want, but when his family is brought into it, he fights ferociously. He has a soft spot towards women, and though he manages to get them readily enough, he has a hard enough time keeping them as he has issues with commitment for he knows his siblings are always troubling themselves somehow, and makes it a point to ventures out to see them often, just to check up. Full of surprises and mysterious talents, he is definitely not one to be underestimated by friend or foe. He has not seen many of his family in some time, aside from his trouble making brother Apothis. Though rather disturbed by this, he keeps faith that they are well.