Illradis was an odd little thing. His voice, his behavior, his movements and perhaps even his body were decidedly different from the typical elf.

He sported a slender face; smooth, flawless skin that lent itself well to his boyish features; mainly a medium-length, yet svelte looking nose, and a moderately thin pair lips perpetually held in a pensive crease. The last to mention were the atypical pair of pointed ears and the rather striking pair of eyes, cast in a rather calming cerulean. A shame that most of these features were hidden behind a series of overlapping strips of felt; typically dyed in a vivid shade that matched whatever his outfit was for the day. All of this was cropped by a tousled mop of burnt sienna.

He possessed a body that was as lean as a reed; while lacking the muscles of a full-fledged warrior, his flesh possessed a certain degree of tautness that relied more upon evading brute force rather than exploiting it. With spindly limbs that bore just enough meat to avoid that starved look, Illradis was as "lithe" as they come.

His voice had a sort of uncharacteristic richness to it that was accompanied by an inset metallic vibrato. Furthermore, his voice patterns sounded for the most part rehearsed; offering an eerily consistent intonation in everything he says.

And so it all boiled down to what manner of being was he. Standing in close proximity, or for those who had a sensitive ear should be able to pick up a subtle hum radiating from his core. Those who may come into heavy contact with his flesh may notice a distinct metallic thud. A great deal of his movements are stiff and awkward. And finally, his manner of speech was...peculiar to say the least, it was rare to hear someone be so obvious as to what he was going to say before he said it.