With an outwardly humble and well-spoken demeanor, Ginlyn melds well enough with the servile nature expected of sylvan ilk. Only a more thorough scrutiny would make deviating behavior apparent.

A light spring in his step.

A theatrical intonation to an already lilting voice.

Perhaps this one yet harbors a spark of individuality. Either that, or a state of slipping mental health.

Otherwise pleasant, if angular facial features find themselves marred by a once-deep scar that cleaves the bridge of his nose, before jaggedly trailing downwards, across the right corner of a slender mouth.