Skin: Light Brown
Eyes: Amber
Hair:  Dark brown, gray at the temples
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135lbs.

Note: I'm attempting to capture a +8 to Intimidation at level 3 with this description.

Of middling height and rail thin, Antir looks every part the strutting Rotriunan Lordling.

His skin is a deep brown, revealing high cheek bones, long dark hair just starting to go to grey, with the tips of pointed ears poking out on each side betraying his parent's indiscretions. His eyes are an unnatural amber color, flashing with golden light when he he draws upon his power. Yet there is something wrong about him, something that is difficult to capture with words. It's not his mixed blood, or at least, it's not just his mixed blood. Even his broken voice hold the quality, a subharmonic just below hearing that evoked the same shiver as a discordant note, somehow ever present and yet silent at the time time. For when he speaks, the sound is a broken rasp.

He dresses as one would expect from a Rotriunan Nobleman, with a stunningly beautiful and intricate rapier at his side, mounted with a large ruby at the hilt. Yet he rarely draws it, relying far more on the dark leather bound grimoire he bares at his side. Yet like so many things with Antir, the Grimoire is mostly deception. The true words of power that he knows are written in gold, and they are not inscribed on paper. Where they peak out from beneath the fine silks he generally favors, his dark forearms are heavily tattooed. Jagged glyphs and sigils run the length of what can be seen, meaningless shapes and symbols done in gold ink upon his skin. There is a dread presence in those markings, a fell energy to  them.