The stranger before you is tall, slender and appears to be in his late forties or early fifties. His hair is a thick, tangled mop of peppered grey. The man's face is worn and his expression proud but gruff. His Belegaer blue eyes have the haunted stare one could only have from witnessing first-hand, a great tragedy. 

The man's hands are soot stained and calloused. His fingers are long and thin with nails chewed to bits. As he casually caresses the pommel of a dagger you may notice that half of the ring finger on his left hand is missing. One of the few items of note on his person other than his two daggers is the iron buckle fastened around his waist. The buckle is emblazoned with a modified version of Gondor's royal standard with two crossed daggers overlapping the White Tree.  

When seen in conversation with others, an observer may notice how Duramarth politely nods, moving through all the normal motions of social etiquette, albeit forced. You may at times even catch a glimpse of him smiling or laughing. However, a deeper look into his hard gaze would reveal a brooding melancholy.