what a loser

M/6'1/old enough to have grandkids

Even though Lavender may be old enough to have grandkids he's far too pretty to look like it. And there's a good reason for that, which surprisingly enough isn't plastic surgery or excessive amounts of makeup, but simply the luck of being born with immortal elven blood. He's very thin, very tall, very pale and has long dark hair that's kept away from his sharp face with some very clever pearl clips. He's got a couple of pearls in that beautiful, wavy hair too just to keep it interesting. However unlike the stereotypical elf with wispy, pastel clothing, Lavender likes to wear black. It's purely functional though, as he kept getting candlewax and animal blood on his silvery clothes, staining them beyond repair. Black doesn't stain as horribly.

He likes to pretend he's a high standing Vanya, but really he's a sindar elf who hailed from Lórien, but he got kicked out for trying to learn dark magic, which elves aren't supposed to do, and emigrated to Mirkwood. He doesn't actually live in the elf community though but keeps to himself in a nice house he may or may not have forced 'lesser species' to build for him. Hrm. He never managed to learn any dark magic either, but he likes to pretend he did.

Either way. He thinks very highly of himself, even going as far as to occasionally using the Royal We when he's speaking, but since it requires extra thought he doesn't really do it often. Only when he's trying way too hard to intimidate people.
He's got a fiery temper and nowhere near enough muscle to back it up, so he usually exerts his vengeance with a quick tongue and searing insults, or at least he tries to. He has a horrible tendency to end up being the one insulted instead and just storming off with his black robes billowing behind him in a very dramatic way, cursing in sindarin.
It's not easy being an elf with alternative hobbies...