Quendi Gellian

What

• His vibrant turquoise eyes glitter with mischief.
  That wide grin twists like your words on his tongue.
  Like a tree he's still and patient for you to be complacent.
  With words and frustrations to be spat and sung,
  will only serve to receive his pain and grief.
  
  
  With hair rich as coffee: Rich and vibrant
  and skin kissed with the sun and moon,
  Quendi hunts and Quendi smokes blunts.
  Though he's a tease and may play the ruse
  he lets the world breathe and be; never the tyrant.
  
  In his attire: black twin serpents around maroon
  the robe was made slim, the trim made slender.
  The hood was wide and deep; made to hide
  the fine features of the Elven creature's splendor.
  What are his intentions? Is he trouble, or just a goon?