Slender, border-lining on frail, the elven male must weigh no more than 100 pounds. He shares not the average height of his kin, barely even that of females, and his lacking of muscular girth is telltale of a life lived labour-free. His skin is pale and pure, and his features are rather plain. His eyes are a sullen shade of green and underneath them are creases etched in his skin from constant squinting. His nose is pointed and his cheek-bones are angular. His hair he keeps short in the front and shoulder-high in the back and slightly neat, but not overly pampered. His possessions are few and fairly modest, though he bears a cylindrical case at his belt, that appears bursting with parchments. Beside the parchment case are several pouches similarly stuffed to the seals. He wears no traveling pack, and in truth it would be likely he couldn't carry one. He is garbed in modest clothing and cloaked for warmth as he must bear little to no natural fats. More often than not he is clutch a leather-bound book, the spine is warn from use and on its cover a golden seal of a heart. When it is not in hand, it's likely kept close. His tone is rather young and jovial at times, but he speaks with a hint of formality. It's likely he has been well educated.