A lithe figure moves with a graceful and almost ethereal presence. His skin carries the hue of weathered oak, seamlessly blending with the natural tones of a forest that this elf surely calls home. Long, chestnut hair cascades down his back, interwoven with leaves, twigs, and small flowers as if nature itself has adorned him. His eyes, a deep shade of mossy green, possess an intense and perceptive gaze that seems to pierce through the veil of the mundane.
His garments are all of earthy greens and browns, intricately embroidered with delicate patterns reminiscent of leaves and vines. Around his neck, a pendant of polished wood hangs, intricately carved with symbols that evoke the spirits of the wilderness. Despite his youthful appearance, there's a sense of ancient wisdom that emanates from his presence.
Avarthel is a solemn young individual who keeps an eye on how the folk of Noanar's Hold use (or misuse) the nearby forest. He prefers to use persuasion and reason to encourage responsible stewardship over the natural world, but he has been known to fly into a fierce wrath when more stringent tactics are called for.