Miraren
AppearanceAmong the most reclusive of elvenkind, grey elves are very rarely seen outside of their isolated enclaves, magically obscured citadels that exist to maintain the grey elves rigorous ideals of social and racial purity. In form, they are not especially different to those of their kin, perhaps save a tendency towards even greater litheness, almost verging on frailty.
Miraren is not quite so delicate; bearing lean muscle enough to suit the well-crafted leather armor he favors, alongside a rather wicked looking flail that hangs at his waist. His skin has an odd pallor for those unfamiliar with grey elves, indeed almost the soft, chalky grey of a dove's wing.
His hair is similarly unearthly, a metallic cornsilk that seems akin to spun gold; outsiders would be unaware of this, but grey elves with few exceptions display dichotomous appearances, along with golden hair comes eyes of violet, and this is true in Miraren's case. His in particular are often limpidly abstracted, his attention focused inwardly on some esoteric thought.