A man whose athletic and lean build is usually hidden behind heaps of steel and armour, Elirior boasts the armament and armour of a Rider from Snowbourne both in gear and colour. His age is hard to pin with the bare eye, though one would be forgiven if they thought that he is evidently past his prime.

He usually wears a crimson worn padded coat decorated with wild scratches, presumably inflicted by blades and  claws of wild beasts. The padded coat itself isn't anything out of the ordinary, although its current state  and its visible mistreatment at the hands of its owner can lead one to believe that it's probably served  him for a very long time. His belt is littered with pouches, all of them serving the common purpose of   storing coin and curiosities. His boots are dirty and scarred from evident continuous marching across the  countryside. His gauntlets share the same color with the majority of his armour, a worn out silver, also scratched and worn.

He always carries an iron sword, its hilt lacking decoration and of course maintenance. Despite that, it  looks sharpened and battle-ready, an unlikely sight for a blade of its condition.
 

His tone normally is friendly and calm, though slightly disturbed by his accent, a mix of Rohirric and  Bree-Lander dialect.

(Sketch by Ergaric)