A cranky old man.

straight hair is slicked back, neatly cut above the shoulders and maintained to an immaculate degree, yet it is clearly graying in most places. There is little he can do to hide this, and in even shorter supply is his ability to give a damn about it.
His face is all sorts of lines. A furrow of his brow, a shadow to his gaunt cheeks, a twitch of his hawk-like nose, a draw of his thin lips, all conspire to form the most disapproving countenance this side of having daddy issues.

A low-cut, trimmed beard traces his sharp jawline, locking into a goatee but with little hair on his upper lip. Being elf-ish can only get you so far. While well-groomed, there is an air of restlessness about him; The way his eyes just sink into their sockets, how the skin sags about the lids and shadows from around his dulled red, almost maroon eyes, all speak of how his patience cuts corners, never shows up to meetings in a timely fashion, and is never, under any circumstances, the designated driver.