Before you stands a poised statue like man of half-elven descent. He stands tall and rigid, his shoulders pulled back firmly and hands clasped tightly before his waist. Sandy brown hair juts down across his face at an angle, covering his right eye completely. The eye you can see is a dark green in color, much like that of a sharp cut emerald. His smooth marble like skin is tanned lightly from his travels in the sun, it is difficult to ascertain his age as his skin gives no hints. A small nose leads into thin pressed lips, a slight smile plays across his face as he gazes at you. As he looks at you his body gives of a sense of ease but also unwarriness, at this moment you cannot tell whether he is friend or foe.