Long and lean, built for speed not for comfort, or at least he might be under that armor, who can say for sure with that on ?

Oddly enough, each plate is lined with felt, not a single rattle or clink can be heard when he walks.

At his waist rests his trusty weapon of ancient design, known to the elves as a Browning semiautomatic.

Beneath his helmet would be his gleaming antlers, if he had any.  Since he doesn't, they wouldn't be there, but it he did then they would.

He likes girls, he'll share if he has to or that's what she wants, but he'd rather not make a habit of it.