This Sinda appears to be in his adulthood, a wholesome face adorned by sapphire eyes. His hair are long, knotted in many points, held together by a handmade gold hairnet; several flocks or hair are flowing down to the base of his ears: each of  them is decorated by a bright golden leaf. He may appear candid and extremely lively, his body stance rigid and his gaze tranquil.

On the other hand, his chest shows  perfectly toned muscles, even though they are covered by a simple silky long-sleeved robe. Overall, he is much of a plain kindred, as he would often define himself. His voice is low, often a whisper when in public, embellished by the otherwordly pitch of his people. There are little signs of the intemperance of his kin. One could think it is kept at bay, often softened by candour and artlessness.  

On his sides long arms stand loosen and ease: they appear toned up and pretty much well shaped. The same could be said about his calves, thighs and ankles. He does not wear any amour or wield any weapon.