Most commonly Poetry is like to be found as a lean, athletic half-elven man, perhaps a touch on the short side of average - 'pretty,' though with a definitively male slant of such.  He wears his auburn hair in braids of varying widths, the narrowest and shortest reaching along Poetry's pointed ears to just past his jaw, while the longest and thickest runs along the back of Poetry's neck to between his shoulder blades.  The shape of Poetry's 'walk around' form's cheeks and jaws are no doubt the envy of elven artists and sculptors.

The half-elf dresses in fine, light garb that screams 'druid' or 'wood-elf' in all ways practical.  His light, green, silk vest, is woven with leaf patterns and buttoned with tawny ironwood disks.  The cloak he weaks is a colorful patchwork of quilted leaf patterns that looks like an oak's colorful automnal display.  He wears a faded tan pair of trousers but typically walks around barefoot.

Gearwise, Poetry packs light; he has a simple staff and an Adamantine scimitar which see little use, but otherwise nothing.

Poetry is always accompanied by a ferociously devoted dire tiger called Auriden.  While affectionate and kittenish with Poetry himself, Auriden is at best standoffish with anyone not properly 'introduced' by Poetry.