Wynd

If you look closely you can see the telltale signs of one of born of the
endless war between the surface elves and the elvish denizens of the
underdark. He stands around 6 feet in height, long mixed golden and silver
hair tied back behind his shoulders. His almond shaped eyes grey eyes
shimmer with a lavender spark as he examines his surroundings. His thin
frame moves gracefully around the area seeking the shadows. This elf does
not appear carefree as many of his kind do. His face is a mask of concern,
more than of what is happening around him, but of greater worries unknown.