This is an elf. He's a young and runtish one - a little skinny, but not to the point of emaciation. The sleep deprivation that previously caused his eyes to be dark, drooping and sad has faded somewhat to make room for more alert - if paranoid behavior.

His clothing is a halfhearted attempt to maintain a balance between staying cool in the desert and carrying what seems to be all personal belongings on his person. Yes - despite his light and draping garb (the neckline sure as hell don't look like the in-game model, it's much more modest!) Vino is covered in pockets and assorted auxiliary bags smaller than the hulking backpack slung on his shoulders.

The weight of his gear -might- be what causes his hooked, disbalanced movement and stance, but it's probably his general unease and nervousness which tends to practically radiate off of him whenever he isn't among friends. The natural counter he uses to throw a security blanket over himself is a put-on of tiredness, slumping and speaking with an unapproachable drone - of course, it does little to mask his high-pitched whimper of a voice.

I've got no OOC rules/red lights. Anything goes. If you cut this dude's head off and shit on his chest, he'll simply react accordingly and in character.