-Vitals-
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150-160lbs naked
Hair: Dark bistre (grey-brown)
Eyes: Pthalo (deep blue)

Those things that are obvious...

He is an elf of no shocking height or proportions, usually standing or walking with a gait of implicative eminence - easily passed off as patent rhathymia of youth. Constant review of his surroundings was a matter ingrained into his nature.
Not deliberately dressed to suggest a background of any remarkable fortune; habitual attire was a selection of comforts and warmths that might, only by coincidence, include affluent fabrics of
cashmere or silk - he much prefered the staples of soft leather and suede, topped with furs for cold weather.
Defined muscles corded his limbs to lend power, but didn't cut any sort of brutal physique. Looking quick upon his feet, should he need to be.
His face was angular in the commonplace aspect of his elven kin, but something was strange in that fact. It was hard to define exactly which throng he had taken flight from, not sharing a full set of characteristics with any one lineage. Hair that was mostly straight, but fell in easy waves around his face when it wasn't tied back, long enough to fall to his shoulders and a short way down his back.
His countenance gave well to looking severe, but his offered mood rarely played to that song, finding it easy to laugh at himself and others. That is to say - alone, he might carry the bearing of a man haunted, in good company that would more than likely give way to glimmers of saucy mischief and hopeful cheer.
About his person, tucked into clothing and slung from his belt, he would almost always be carrying a noteworthy number of blades. At least a half dozen knives and a pair of broadswords, usually in crossed scabbards at his right hip.

(Tells welcome.)