Pesar Fuladi

Before you stands an unlaundered juvenile male Elf. His movements seem decidedly deliberate, but not reposing.

He is not handsome by Elven standards. A matted crop of unwashed hair flops over his eyes. His kit is as well worn as it is soiled.

At first glance, there is something dark... something disconcerting about this Elf you can't quite put your finger on. Yet as your gaze rests on his ruddy cheeks and steely eyes you are inclined to dismiss him as any threat.