Ah, how fortunate the immaculacy of the undamaged youth; what a treat it is to look upon a smooth jaw not yet ravaged by stubble, what a delight it is to become lost within those inviting chocolate eyes. Age does not only tarnish the face of the old though, no, it wracks terrible costs upon the body; costs this mere boy has not yet paid. His flesh is supple, and possessed of a comely leanness that lends itself to the display of rippling striations of taut muscle, but not so lean as to suggest malnutrition, for how else would his hairless skin taste of milk and honey. This decadence is reflected in his sweet smelling hair, tawny-blond and unmatched to his dusky Calishite skin; it must be a personal choice of color cultivated and nurtured from a darker natural color with dilute acids. Being a yet a youth and a fruit of Calimsham both, his frame is of course smaller than that of most men of Faerûn, but perhaps to some there is a certain appeal in that aspect of his beauty as well.