Szelkion stands before you at average height human male, maybe even slightly shorter. White lushious hair, though a little dead looking and a little ill maintained stands messily from his scalp. Or what remains of ascalp. This rather thin, one might even indeed call him skeletal looking, gentleman tends to find himself dressed in finer clothing, though if not somewhat old and used most times. Pale set of blue eyes glint of cold holloweness of a great beyond, a smile always on his lips. One could intrepit his merriment as laughter, as the loosly hanging jaw clatters. His voice seems to swell from a bottom of a well, hollow and empty like projected from some place far beyond of mortal understanding.

It's a skeleton warrior, deal with it.