An overly jovial tune would greet your ears as you neared this perplexing man. The tune being that of a hum, or perhaps a whistle. One of the two were usually emanating from within the shadows of whatever hood he may be wearing. As you move closer to the man, a set of viridian orbs would gaze out at you and a small smile would appear to be plastered onto the mans elven features, as if the man had not a care in the world, and not a trouble to his name. If you were to catch sight of him without a hood on a set of ebon locks a little past shoulder length would flow down behind him with a few large strands of that raven in color hair usually draping over his right eye.

Strangely enough, he seemed fairly tall for an elf, coming in at about 5'11. Despite the strange size he didn't appear to be as strong as a titan, or as quick as a lightning bolt. In fact, he looked about evenly built for each, not overly so, and his muscles, if they weren't almost always covered by some loose fitting, bulky, or armored clothing, were nicely chiseled and etched on his body. Which was likely due to some monastic training the elf was quite familiar to based on the speed in which he moved most often, which was much faster than most people for sure. Rarely is this elf ever seen without a hood of some sort, and more rarely is he ever seen at least publically, without baggy clothing of some sort draping off of him.

Personality wise, the man would seem to vary greatly. Most of the time he seems upbeat and chipper, and while this would usually not cause one to normally take notice, some times the things he is upbeat about can be quite strange in and of themself, and at times quite sadistic. Other times he'll be like a calm wind, but will still have a smile plastered onto his face for no apparent reason and let out a musical hum. And other times he can be so egotistical that it's a shock that noone has slit his throat and left him in some gutter.