-- Description --

A half-elven male of indeterminate years, Kavon looks to be a happy, healthy, and vibrant individual who appears to have inherited both the ageless grace of his elven parent and the mercurial nature of his human forebear, resulting in a being who is often both exceedingly lively and incessantly loquacious.

Dark, stormy blue eyes flecked with motes of brilliant, shimmering gold regard the world around him with a leisurely attentiveness, while longish locks of sleek black hair are usually pushed free of his features but otherwise left loose to fall about and land where they may against his head and neck, almost always concealing the pointed tips of his ears in the process. His face itself possesses an elegant and refined countenance that shows seemingly no signs of wear, and his lips often curve in a faintly-amused smile at some sight, sound, or other sensation near him. When he speaks, his voice is typically soft and deep, and his tone is frequently laced with an undercurrent that alternates between idle mirth and wry wit.

He stands relatively tall amongst his kind, although a casual bent to his posture and a tendency to lean or lounge against nearby objects frequently belie his height. His body is athletic and muscular, possessing an easy strength matched by a preternatural grace that is evident in even the slightest of his movements, and his more deliberate actions all blend and flow together with a seamless ease and fluidity that undoubtedly required countless hours of rigorous training and experience to achieve.

Despite his garrulous nature, his demeanor is typically composed and relaxed, and he usually presents himself as an unremarkable man who is bereft of any notable abilities or special skills. However, the extent of his athleticism would almost certainly give a keen mind reasonable cause to doubt such assertions. And, were one to observe him for a suitable length of time, they would likely notice that the shadows around him appear to behave in an unusual way, almost seeming to move of their own accord on occasion; though a less-suspicious mind might chalk this behavior up to a simple trick of the light, a more discerning gaze would likely be given yet more cause to believe that his talents are not so mundane as he often claims.

As to his history or his motives, he demonstrates a clear reluctance to discuss or divulge details of them, inevitably opting to deflect or distract from any questions of that nature whenever they arise. While he undoubtedly has a past and a purpose, the manner in which he guards any revelations of them makes it clear that such information is unlikely to slip past the barrier he has erected to defend it. With that being said, there is one truth in his life that he never attempts to obfuscate or hide: he always proudly wears a glittering, luminescent silver band upon his left ring finger, the make and placement of it undeniably signifying that he is bound in matrimony to another. He also exhibits a rapacious affection and unyielding adoration for his wife whenever speaking of her, leaving it transparently obvious that he is absolutely devoted to her and her alone.

-- Lights --

Green: RP.

Yellow: AP.

Red: ERP.