While it was unusual to find an elvish individual who lived an athletic physical existence, Aennen was a rare breed indeed. He was a blonde haired svelte elf, though that might not have been quite accurate. Considering all of the time that he spent in the water and under the sun, his hair might very well have been a darker hue and could have lightened up over time.<br/><br/>This actually was the case, but he hadn't stayed out of the water for any extended period of time long enough for his hair to adjust back again.<br/><br/>Pointed ears poked out of this aforementioned hair, as if there were any need to remind anyone of his race beyond his otherworldly silvery eyes and prominent elvish name.<br/><br/>Black tattoo patterns curled up his fingers and arms before running across his shoulders and upper back then finally down a toned side. The fact that he only needed to wear relatively long shorts had apparently put this tattooing on display for the world to see without any sort of embarrassment on the part of the aforementioned elf.<br/><br/>Grasping his carved length of wood, he once more started to run off to the sea, a look of determination mixed with laid-back aggression playing out across his features.<br/><br/>What he didn't know, though, was that today was going to be a little different considering the fact that there were individuals living in this water he had not been acquainted with, and he could have had no way of judging their response as to what they might have thought about him being there.<br/><br/>Still, for now, he just continued with his normal expression and leaped upwards, ducking into the water with his aforementioned surfboard.<br/><br/>These waves looked like some of the gnarliest he'd seen yet, and he was ready to dominate every one of them.