Silwë is an elf-lord of indeterminate age and obvious Noldorin heritage.

Even among the Elves, Silwë is unusually tall, and of slender build as well, with a tendency to wear long, formal, dark robes and cloaks that make him seem taller still; fair of skin and raven-haired. If freed, his dark hair falls  to his hips, and is (both when it is loose and when it is plaited or pinned up or bsck) adorned throughout with impossibly tiny cut-crystal beads in the shape of stars, glittering as he moves like starlight caught in his inky black hair—intentionally so, for most of the elaborate jewelry he wears is inspired similarly, with stars and celestial motives in silvery metals and luminous opalescent gemstones that seem to glow with flame or flash with lightning within.

In the way of the Elves, his features seem untouched by age, and a luminous, otherworldly quality plays across his proud features and lights his eyes within, at times unsettling, but  undeniably ancient. He despite this seems pleasant more often than not, and is frequently insatiably curious and inquisitive. 

Charming and erudite, cold, elegant and aloof, Silwë is a study in contradictions within and without, for there is mischief and laughter in him still, and wonder. A wink, a dry chuckle, a pun. The former cano is a practiced diplomat, an ambassador, but social aptitude comes difficult to him. He is no scholar, nor is he nobility, but he moves through those circles as well as that of soldiers and smiths. He is both a trader of information and fiercely loyal keeper of secrets. He is at times moody and unpredictable, and often keeps to himself, but restlessness drives him away from isolation.

He is missing his right hand from the wrist down, and does not hide this nor does he seem bothered by its absence--more often than not does not care to wear a prosthetic hand, but his primary hand prosthetic (the one most people are likely to see) is a subtle masterwork of Dwarven engineering and artistry. Beneath the leather of a fitted leather glove of dove grey or black leather, which functions as skin does for grip and protection, is the hand-device, intricately and highly articulated made of a flexible, lightweight, high-strength dwarrow-craft alloy. When worn, Silwë's use of his (prosthetic) right hand is what most would consider their off-hand in terms of fine-focus dexterity, though his hand movements as natural as his real hand. Sorcery, it seems, but it is practice and familiarity with using the complicated device, wrought long ago in Khazad-dum.

Height: 7'0"
Build: Slender
Hair: Black, hip length
Eyes: Silver/Grey
Complexion: Fair
Demeanor: Intense, Charming, Inscrutable, Changeable

NOTEWORTHY VISUALS (aka, What You'd Notice Upon Meeting Silwë):

Silwe adorns himself at all times with the following:

• 6 delicate loop earrings along the edge of each ear
• An elegantly engraved wedding band on the first finger of his hand, the intricate design of which features leaves and stars.
• A wide silver band inset with a slice of jade, of obviously and significantly lower-quality make than the rest, but clearly sentimental.
• A smooth sea-pebble worn as a pendant, on a fine silvery chain
• A circular medallion wrought of cold dark iron, worn to fasten his cloak or wrap, or upon his chest, with the eight-pointed, eight-rayed Star of Fëanor at its center, each precisely engraved line polished to an inky gloss, shimmering against the flat-black, fell metal into which it is graven. It is encircled by silvery inlaid Tengwar script.