At first glance nothing much stands out about this elvish male. His hair, while nearly as white as a fresh fallen snow, does not glisten as that snow melts with its slightest touch on a nearby leaf. His ears, while pointed, do not stick out majestically through his flowing tresses. His frame, while waifish in a highly elfish way, would not enrapture one with an unnerving love at a single glance. But his hands, those do stand out... They are nearly too mangled to be functional. Besides that, his normalcy is almost absolute.