Lord Zahaer is a tall man, proud and honourable as he stands at the height of six-foot two. Conscientious and ethical, his personality is compassionate and benevolent, however not afraid to be ascetic and astringent when need be, the patent apotheosis of what a true Lord should be like in his eyes and what he was taught to be as a child growing into manhood.

His coutenance is comely to say the least, auburn skin as dark as pitch that reflected his true Haradron heritage, deep roots from the Chyan province in eastern Far-Harrad. His skin is supple and ductile, as soft to the touch as velvet and bereft of any scars or permanent marrings, both from what is visible and isn't. Deep orbs of a titian hue lay entombed within his skull, a burning obsession of affinity and concord sulking beneath his piercing irises. Along with his alluring features, his hair was magnificent and praised highly by himself; long locks of ebony cascaded down his shoulders and warped around his neck, braided in places with thin, terse tendrils ensconced with beads of brown and burgundy tincts, an intricate coiffure of true artistry.

His profile is well defined, lean and muscular as he weighed more on the heavy side. Although he has a lack of actual combat experience, it's no less of a reason to not keep his form into top shape, pushing himself through rigorous training almost each day to keep it as it is. The clothing that draped and warped around him was elegant, dyes of burgundy, white and umber lacing his intricately adorned clothing, rich fabrics of fur, silk and velvet concealing him and showing his rich heritage.