You see Sammeli, an Elf.
Sammeli has an oval face with chiseled jawline and deep smile lines around his eyelids, pointed ears, thick-lashed blue-violet eyes and an aquiline nose. He is bald, with smooth skin and a wiry build.
He is tall for an Elf.
He appears to be young.
He has a tattoo of a stylized birch tree, its graceful limbs laden with leaves, inked onto the smooth skin of his bare scalp. Curling around his ears and brushing his brow with leafy tendrils, the tattoo displays a glorious array of autumnal hues with just a hint of verdant greens nestled within the warm colors. The trunk aligns with the back of his neck, drawing downwards before fracturing into countless roots that spread a blanket of intertwining lines on his back.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a shimmering deep purple silk dress painted with falling petals in hues of silver, a silk blue-violet pack, some ombre leaf green Elven wool tights and some open-toed pale lavender samite sandals with lacewood prism heels.