You see Forester Olwydd MacGreine of Aesry Surlaenis'a, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. His dark brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin and an athletic build.
He is tall for an Elf.
He is adult for an Elf.
He has a tattoo of a grey wolf howling at a moonlit sky on his neck.
He is in good shape.

Scholar. Gentleman. Great athlete. These are all things that would not be used to describe Olwydd.
Born on the 25th day of the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Golden Panther, 310 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer, Olwydd has seen the better part of 60 years wasted in the woodland surroundings that those of his profession are apt to be in. These years spent as a recluse in the wild have led to more than just his gamy odor and questionable table manners; they have made him a woodsman of almost cult status. While avoiding the public eye, he has quietly kept notes of those things which occur in our world of Elanthia and sets to scrawling them down on the back of oak leaves, carved on redwood bark and occasionally spelled out in deer dung on the side of the road. These 'scrolls' of wisdom are probably what has brought you here and to read this bit, but I would like it to be known that while Olwydd may have written some of these things, it has been my job as his loyal brother to decipher his late night mumblings, his slovenly observations, his screams of psychic pain and bring them to you.
Truth be told, I, Talgryf, am the best of his brothers. Ruggedly handsome, yet with a soft and sensitive side. Alas, I stay in the shadows of my brother and call our work (that is to say, my work) as his, so that you all may benefit. It pains me each day to try to figure out what his increasingly unintelligible ramblings mean and to write them down in a legible manner, but I know they can be of great value to people so I put up with it.
During his more lucid moments, Olwydd has done a few things right in his life. While I may decry his personal hygiene, I will say that he does have an eye for women and boy did he find a looker. Not long ago, in a very private ceremony, so private in fact that I only heard about it when it was too late to warn her, he married Sinah Perenor, perhaps the most beautiful Elf in Elanthia. I must say, I often wonder what it is she sees in him, but whatever mysteries and lies he must be telling her to keep her with him, they seem very happy and I wish them the best. Truly, no woman could be more understanding of Olwydd and his ridiculous behavior than she is and if ever I saw true love, it was between them.
While I don't think that there's much more to write about the man himself, perhaps I'll tell you a little about each of his family members who currently play an active role in the world and don't just tend sheep on the west side of Leth Deriel.

Talgryf. What can be said about him that hasn't already? Surely his time spent feeding the hungry, the money donated to orphans and his many other selfless acts speak for themselves. He is currently married to the rather tall Olvi, Anoushka, an empath of notable talent. While he is also an empath, he mostly eschews training his talents, instead turning his attention to the writing of these scrolls and spending time with his lovely wife.

Gleinion. Perhaps the most financially prosperous of us all, he spends a fair amount of his time as a peddler of fine forged weapons and other sundries. He has also recently become married to the petite, yet lithe, Rowena a costermonger of the trader's guild. She seems quite happy with him, though with his money, who wouldn't be?

Llwybyr. A bloodthirsty barbarian and all around nice guy. Olwydd and Llwybyr were very close growing up, often going on the hunt together with our father and leaving me behind to clean the pots for the dinner that was surely going to come back oh, of course Llwybyr would be able to kill the wild boar, of course he'll do everything right. Llwybyr can never do wrong can he, dad? CAN HE? I mean... yes, Llwybyr..