Firey red sheets rain down from this creature's head, poking up through his resplendent mane two large ears sensitive and reactive hold back the mass from concealing his sharp and angular face. Beneath his soft forehead tucked under bold eyebrows his one permanent feature, solid sunset orange eyes marking him ever as fey.

He sailed along on light steps, a sauntering movement of ease and refinery that could only be honed over countless years in the fecund territories of his ancestors. So far from home, both in distance and time this man often seemed a few years out of place with his worn and gracefully weathered travelling uniform that hearkened back to the styles of Cormanthyr.

Timeless beauty remained with him even against the aged threads of elven weft that had long since seen their prime. Clasped lovingly to his hip is an ornate sword, it's pommel etched of wood was wider and longer than most, showing it's clear intention for elven hands. It's grip was fashioned in the image of coiling roots, twisting to the pommel which formed a gnarled globe of branches ensnaring within their mass a muted golden jewel that rivaled the radiance of a dragon eye.