The elf-sire stands at 7’1 with slim yet strong physique, a face pale and an expressionless mask for emotion, yet all the while an ancient light, though dimmed greatly, shines outwardly. Black silk colored hair that reaches down to his lower back, either free flowing or braided back with a sapphire clasp. This is evidence enough to show Undómion Thúlendil is one of the Noldor.

While nothing seems to phase Undómion most the time, he does indeed hold emotion for all the things that goes about him. Some would say that he is quicker to frown or smirk then to laugh or smile, which is unfortunate…though that is the result of many years of seeing lands and elven settlements destroyed, yet that does not compare to something that made him finally snap.

Wearing normally either blacks or deep blues and silvers like the twilight night, Undómion prefers to wander in long robes, or when traveling: simple traveling gear. Though at all times he has a walking staff with a see through blue hued crystal at the top…almost it could be a lamp, though it does not hold any light of its own-only reflecting the light off of lamps, or the light of the moon, sun, or stars.

The only thing that could be really noticeable, other than the slightly grim and haunting appearance, is Undómion’s ears twitch subtly every second, every moment; listening. To add to the constant twitch, his silver eyes seem unfocused, his pupils do not dilate in the change of light…even when looking directly at the sun. Always looking straight forward…If some watch his careful steps and the elder white raptor that is always perched on his shoulder; a foot looped around some harness around the elf’s neck, it would be clear that Undómion cannot see well…or not at all.