Garret Revera
The High Mage Physician

Garret is a city elf through and through. Draped in luxurious, pristine silk robes that gracefully cascade over a dark cotton coat, the tall elvish man exudes confidence and elegance. His slender hands are uncalloused, clearly unaccustomed to hard physical work, with his fingernails trimmed neatly. A network of bluish veins is easily visible beneath his alabaster skin, making his complexion seem pallid, almost sickly. At first glance, his eyes are a shade of purple, but a closer look reveals a reddish tint to them, ever-shifting and changing with the light. Each strand of his pale, wavy hair dances rebelliously in every conceivable direction, defying his otherwise immaculate visage.

Tied around his waist is an elegant leather pouch embossed with vaguely floral, intricate patterns. Whenever his hands are free of a scalpel, he holds onto a roughly five-foot rod of metal and wood woven together in a visage of a snake wound around a branch; it seems to serve him primarily as a walking stick, though it is no feat to notice that he doesn't need one.

His voice resonates with a moderate depth, carrying a deliberate cadence, each sentence precisely measured. Sarcasm is akin to a sharp blade in his arsenal, favored just as much as the surgical scalpel. Despite his sometimes cutting words and apparent vanity, he doesn't otherwise harbor any trace of disdain in his demeanor. He will, however, viciously brandish all of the actually!s and told you so!s that may come up, betraying him as perhaps not as mature as he would like to be perceived.