Drow, clearly. A rather bland, familiar looking face, pointy nosed and pointy eared, with a chin that isn't particularly strong. Long white hair is well kept, brushed back to keep his face uncovered. Bluish skin, rather pale in tone, is visible through parts of his leather clothing, and the tops of his hands are welted and scratched. His eyes are topped by unusually long white eyebrows that point outward much in symmetry with the ears that point skyward. They look ridiculously wide, long enough for someone to grab and glide along. None if this is particularly out of the ordinary for one of his kind. However, what distinguishes this drow from the many others is that its eyes do not match in color. One eye is blue, while the left is an odd milky white. A thick but faded scar extends underneath the left eye, all the way down to the mouth, and the impression of a band runs around the forehead, suggesting a former habit of keeping an eye patch over that. Following the evidence of beatings, you notice now that the tip of his pinkie finger is also missing. Furthermore, inches long markings in groups of three are flayed across his forearms, the clear signature of the lashings of a three-tailed whip. The slender and lightly muscled build betrays a brittleness, someone who would have been an infirm young adult, easily bullied and shoved around for his peculiarities. His facial expression looks morose, worn and disenchanted - jaded perhaps. He does not seem willing to reciprocate your glance, instead looking down meekly at his feet. This seems to be no hero, just a sorrowful young man that life has defeated already. A subtle suggestion of smirk is planted in the corner of his mouth, inviting itself to be clouted off.