Keen eyes of brilliant green are ever watchful as they observe their surroundings. The bright colour giving way to the fierce nature of yet another citizen of the fair folk to give his kin a fair and fighting chance. Wiry and long limbed his stride discreet yet confident and purposeful. Long fingers would often curl inwardly and flex out again out of some sort of nervous tick developed from years upon years of knocking and releasing an arrow from a taught string.


For now his his skin was unblemished,his hair a wild mane barely kempt in its loose bindings and his resolve to make a stand was tenacious.