Body Features

Galtharian Crownlight is quite small for one of his bloodline, standing only at 6 feat tall. This has the unintended consequences of him only looking much younger to any of the Elven folk that meet him, though it also mean he is a much less threatening figure in the eyes of the Men whose lands he often dwells in.

Facial Features

Though he seems utterly unremarkable and like any other Silvan to any Elves that are not from Mirkwood, those that have ever seen Berelstel, the Ice Drake of Eryn Galen, would immediately notice that Crownlight looks almost as an exact copy of her. Having inherited no features from his father's side, save for the dark hair that maked him look very clearly Silvan, the resemblance to the Ice Drake is almost unnerving, to the point he may even be mistaken for her at a glance.

His face and expressions might clearly signal to any Elves that he is someone who is either at the cusp of reaching adulthood or has only recently reached it. Though he seems to always have an easy smile to offer and laughs often, a certain nervousness has taken hold of his mannerisms, especially so since this whole business with poisons began.

Identifying Characteristics

Crownlight bears no visible scars or blemishes save for one. Across hid left shoulder and stretching down his left arm (his fiddle-arm), there is an unmistakable scar of a warg bite, with deep teeth puncture-marks encircling the whole shoulder. Galtharian recalls how that is where a warg once tried to rip his entire arm off in a battle, rendering him almost unable to ever play a fiddle again. Though he does not seem particularly bothered by the scar, he does call it his "mark of foolishness" when recounting the whole ordeal, and he does bear quite a dislike of wargs since.

Apparel & Accessories

When outside of battle, Crownlight prefers to wear distinctively mannish clothes, most frequently seen in his innkeeper uniform. He favors wearing clothes in burgundy and similar warm shades, though most of his things seems awkwardly large on him, given his slight and thin frame. Most of the time he can be spotted with a crown of fresh wildflowers in his hair, a relic of a time when he was told this would make him seen less threatening and more approachable.

Always hanging over his back is a rather ragged olive green cloak, lovingly mended dozens and dozens of times with differently colored threads and with dozens of patches covering a great deal of the fabric. Though it is a clearly old and well-worn piece of garb, having been worn to many a battle and sustaining many an injury, Crownlight could sometimes be seen handling it as if it was a most sacred object and still working on delicately mending it from time to time.

Over this cloak, though he is rarely ever caught playing it, a fiddle is almost permanently strapped to his back, with it's bow fixed to his belt like a blade. This habit of carrying it around has caused a curious consequence of Galtharian always leaning forward when sitting down, giving the impression that he is always a little too interested in whatever or whomever is in front of him.