You see PimpMaster Lothwyn Vakhavala the Elven Poet.
He appears to be ageless, has long, straight crimson hair falling in waves like flames, and piercing black eyes that swirl with smoke.
He is in perfect condition, and enshrouded by a fiery aura.
He is holding a long black lacquered cane capped with gold studs that *bling* in his right hand.
He is wearing a large bright red velvet fedora stuck with a fluffy orange feather, a large bulky silver chain suspending a peace sign, a long bright orange velvet trench coat lined in red silk, a bright red velvet shirt trimmed in orange fuzz, a large gold ring, a pair of long orange velvet bellbottoms and a pair of thigh-thigh leather boots with shiny silver laces.