A tall and lithe Elf is here before you, his head bowed slightly in prayer. Hair the color of moonlight cascades in ripples over his shoulders and across his pale violet eyes which glare outwards from between loose strands. His jaw is clenched, his thin lips pursed to the point of near transparency as if an inner anger holds sway over him. High cheekbones coupled with an angular jawline create a set of shallow hollows on his cheeks and a scar runs vertically over the left side of his face. He is not built for strength, yet there is a fluidity and purpose behind each of his movements as if he were trained for the entirety of his life, though for what one cannot tell. His skin, bearing the natural glow of his kind, is surprisingly tanned and weatherworn as if all he does is travel Serin.