Naraxin

Before you stands Naraxin, a tall man of obviously mixed elven 
heritage. Like most elves Naraxin is not what one would normally 
consider "large", but neither is he what one would consider "skinny". 
Rather his build is what one might term rangy...that of toned and well 
worked muscles with very little bulk. Dressed simply in tanned hides it 
is evident that Naraxin spends many hours out of doors...his skin has 
taken on a deep tanned color...that of a dark brown, and is obviously 
weathered. Faded scars are visible along his hands and wrists, long 
crisscrossing scars such as one might gain in travelling through deep 
bush thich with thorns, or in struggle with the beasts of the wild. 

Firmly held in his right hand is a short staff of oak, one might even be 
tempted to term this weapon a cudgil or a club, but it is not quite broad 
enough or short enough. Strapped across his back can be seen a broad 
headed axe, equally suitable for taking a limb from a tree or a troll. 
Thrust through his belt can be seen a long broad headed dagger with 
a deeply stained leather wrapped hilt. It is obvious from the way he handles 
his staff and various other weapons that this man is well acquainted with 
the more violent nature of mortals and animals alike. 

Deep green eyes move restlessly over everything in sight, never 
staying too long on one thing, but pausing long enough to measure 
and weigh the potential attitude anyone may take towards Naraxin, 
be they possible ally or foe. 

Light brown hair grown long crowns Naraxin's head, and he has 
swept it back and tied it with a simple thong of leather, unadorned 
with designs or jewels. By dint of the swept back hair one might 
,if they took the time to look, notice that the tip of Naraxin's 
left ear has been raggedly removed...though only Naraxin 
knows if the removal was done by blade or tooth.