You see an elf, long dark brown hair flowing freely well past his shoulders. His eyes are green and he's about 5 foot 9 inches in height. For an elf he looks rather young, probably not past a hundred and twenty one years of age in human terms. His face is handsome and elegant and his moves are graceful. His skin is marked with decorative tattoos all over his body. Some of these tattoos at closer inspection seem to mark deeds of hunting or valor, others represent strange symbols. One of these tattoos is the word Kithairien. His voice when spoken in elvin is beautiful and elegant, when his language is common it is heavily accented and to those with lower intelligence you have difficulty making out his words. His smell is of pine and fresh flowers. Closer you see leaves in his hair. His build is muscular for an elf, his hands well calloused yet the rest of his skin smooth. You notice his eyes are filled with caution. He seems to trust little and regards you with a suspicious look. You can tell he is not at home here unless you see him in the forest or the plains. It is here he seems to look content. Despite this look of being overwhelmed in a civilized society you see a beam of pride on his face. A savage? A barbarian? Perhaps.