Earth creased under the tips of his ethereal pale and thin fingers. Their alien languide length roughened by manual labor. Scents of the sea wafted off his loose working clothes, fish and fresh air accustomed to him as he was the shores.

Homely and peasantlike in his occupation his form bore the grace of his race and true place. His skin was thin and pale, it's soft gaunt wrap outlining gracefully sculpted cheek and jawbone. Beneath his pale skin a pulsing shiver of blue blood spread along his veins outlined along his limbs to the keenest eyes. His own among them with a pearlescent glow that sought enchantment and trickery as much as it did beauty.

Silvery strands of hair hinted with  blue streaks lay in sheets along his head, framing his aquiline facial features, almond eyes and long sensitive ears pressing up and out of the orderly yet untamed mess. It was the only hair on his body.

His skin bore no naturally induced wounds, piercings or otherwise. The only alteration to the elf's form is dancing magical tattoos that lived minature lives along his fey canvas of flesh.

Alas, the dirty commoner was grungy on the best of his working days, still he pressed on light of step, and quick to smile.