Erratic and terse, Edvar has few friends. He speaks quickly and without regard for people's feelings and can become upset very easily. Edvar is often calm and contemplative, and has been known to make startlingly accurate predictions about everything from the weather, to what the captain of his ship can eat. If he makes a prediction about you, you had better be on your guard, as it is more likely than not to happen. From time to time, he mutters to himself in a strange language.

An older man in well-kept but old leathers, under which corroded mail links can be seen, Edvar looks far beyond his actual years. His skin is weathered and tough. All of the hairs on his head are grey or white, and both are prodigiously long and unkempt. When he is moving, perceptive observers can see a hint of a blue glyph running from his head down his neck, though most of the time he has a long collar. His eyes are grey but they seem to darken or change color slightly, depending on when you look at them. He carries with him a long polished driftwood staff, a waterproofed satchel and wears tall boots which appear to be treated with a sort of resin.