Fair of skin and sharp of feature the winged elf stands with practiced grace and ease. The elves eyes were sharp aquamarine, keen, taking in his surrounds. Were it not for the near cumbersome wings spanning an impressive fourteen feet tip to tip he would look like just any other ordinary elf.

Though that is not the case clearly as those specific attributes mark out a being of another heritage, another parentage aside from the run of the mill fair folk. To be sure he stands a little taller and slightly thicker than an average elf as well, though putting his height at a sure disadvantage against most in the realm he was tall for an elf still.

Weather and sun kissed flesh largely remains seamless and unmarred, denoting an aspect of skill or luck considering the state of most adventurers. His voice is a fair bit deeper as well, command and ease laced into those softly spoken words. A creature at comfort with himself and the world at large.

There is always a soft perpetual tug at the corners of the elves mouth, a general smirk or smile upon his features. His was the form of an active creative, used to strenuous situations and quite keenly capable.

Unlike most frail or lithe elves this one was strong and sturdy, no less dexterous for the muscle it was a keen combination of grace and might, woven together to make the base of this aged adventurer.

He had his fair share of inking upon his form, a few marks tribal in nature likely meaning some story or another, the only other marks upon his form was a pair of piercings, threaded through the male nipples, likely seen if wearing a tight shirt, easily seen if not wearing any shirt at all.