Kip is thin, yet reasonably tall - for an elf. Clad mostly in black, with the occasional stud jutting out from his armor, he is attractive, but at the same time… uninteresting in complexion; someone who could blend into a crowd or stand-out, depending on his whims. He gives you a brief smile, and you feel heart-warmed as his clean teeth shine in light.

           His shoes, which are also black, are worn with use and lack anything more then simple soft leather soles. His pants and leggings are clean, and deep in color. An occasional patch suggests that he has definitely done some exploring his life. Kip’s belt is cluttered with pouches, each – from what you can tell – carrying something slightly different.
           
            As he moves, his movements are unnaturally quick and precise, even for an elf. You could swear you catch a glint of steel underneath a simple cloth cape, but instantly find yourself asking yourself whether or not it was just your imagination.
           
           He appears unarmed, but you sense that this man is not out of his wits, and a confrontation would likely end with injury on your part. As he walks away you find your mind wandering, only to remember his existence as you bring yourself back to reality.