Wilwarin Taur'Amandil en i'Lhach

Skin the color of mud and hair the color of a deep pond, this elf might go unnoticed if you passed him in the woods, but on a crowded city street he seems lost. He moves with the gentle grace of a sapling in the breeze and his sky blue eyes seem to flicker with a curiosity that compels you to talk to him. Closer in you notice a series of flying butterfly tattoos spiraling up his right forearm and on the underside of his right wrist a single flame tatoo launches a vine that wraps itself around his arm and disappears under his sleeve. In his left hand he holds a spear, several giant teeth strung under its point. A necklace of giant teeth rings his neck. His armor seems to be made from crudely cured hides of various animals, managing to be simple, ugly and elegant all at once. His voice reminds you of a warm gentle summer rain.