A pale blue/green elf of tall stature and lithe fetures stands before you. His gaze is steady, judging and his eyes are clear and sea green. His movements are flowing, like most elf-kind, except he moves his whole body in fluid motions of a swimming creature. Around his neck, a white sea star of some lustering hue. A holy symbol, precious as his own life. He dresses in blues, reflecting the worship, and adhearance to the Goddess of the Sea Elves, he is obviously a holy cleric of her ranks--a WaterWalker, as they are called. His voice is without abnormal passion or zeal, it is steady, calming, rising and falling as the tides. A lulling voice, he speaks reason and persuasion--leaning not to extremes. --OOC His allegiance is purely to the goals of his patron goddess. He is untrusting of land dwellers, but has learned the need for some interaction with them to meet goals. Balance, is his mantra, his mainstay, tides that flow must also ebb, and what must be, will be without force, except from the gentle tappings of tide, of back and forth. He uses only the weapons of his people, as he does not live upon the land more than he can help it. He has entered into the land in a more committed way because he feels the shifting of the tide against his people, and as he is a representative of Shindaleria, he feels compelled to be apart of the tide returning to balance. Part of is journey is to observe, to understand the current of the war, also, to learn who is trustable and whose side most reflects the interests of his people. Tail is honorable, but will not hold to his word to a "breathless" if it weakens his position to accomplish his goals. He is accustomed to working in packs and will do so often, but will then will cut his ties and hunt alone if the group is to slanted in balance.