Truly the portrait of his kind, this sylvan being wears his heritage with an audicious pride amidst the ophidian rule of Men.
A dark mane of hair frames the masculine shape of his face, juxtaposed by the almost feminine features adorning it; the emerald eyes, slender nose and full lips war with his solid but lean frame in emasculating him.

Yet the duality of his appearance is mirrored even in his nature. Wherever afforded the opportunity, this fey child of the woods will don the regalia of his feral folk, moving with the grace and confidence of wild beasts - yet oft speaks with the tongue of Men, duplicating their vulgarity in his soothing yet powerful voice as casually as if he had spent his life in their company.

If he holds contempt for those who have terrorized, degraded and destroyed his people, though, he rarely if ever shows it.