Shorter than the usual Elven male, slim yet still chiselled like fine porcelain were the features of his face.  He stood there, stirring the stew in that large pot, not breaking a sweat even though he was near the fire.

The dark colours, greens and brown, blending in to the background like a snake in the woods or a mountain lion in the brush covered hills.

Full length Brown and Dark Green Cannon, yet the contrast of the Pale Green Chemise did little to hide the Sharp lines of toned muscled beneath, top this off with Medium light Brown Leather Jerkin and High Boots depicted him as someone from the woods.  Easy to imagine his disappearing within 5 paces of a trek through the trees, only to reappear moments later with the Gold Sash around his waist showing up well.

His short cropped hair and piercing green eyes showed a studied and regimented intellect.  No armour to see, no, that isn't a plate he is holding, it appears to be a wooden buckler attached to his left arm.

In the Woods, he is almost unmatched, in the towns, he is so out of place, he becomes almost shy.  Meeting new people too brings out this shyness that makes his words sound foolish.