Zurri is a handsome dwarf, muscular with a head of gleaming, golden hair. He doesn't share his father's tendency for drink and brawling, and so he looks healthy, young and well groomed as a result. He smiles easily, which only heightens just how dashing and charming he can be. 

Zurri's garb will vary depending on what setting he is in. Within the halls of his people, he'll wear colourful robes as befitting lords. In the towns of menfolk and beyond, however, he'll typically adorn armour or practical leathers of some sort, knowing that he can never quite trust the taller races of Middle-Earth. Preparedness is key with him, and while he's perfectly capable of fun, he doesn't often stray from caution. He's guarded, and his garb would always reflect that; he's outfitted to kill at moment's notice.

Zurri bares numerous scars on his body. One of these appears on his torso, which was given to him on his way to the Bree-land from Erebor, and subsequently treated by Elias Dimheim. He also has the snarling skin of where arrows once protruded from his person, found at his left shoulder and right leg. These were treated by Blida, Cyanite and the staffers of the soothery. Still, he is forever marked by these wounds. 

Zurri now carries his father's axe, a magnificent weapon, emboldened with gold and dazzling jewels, fitted into the handle and hilt. Graceful, elegant and leaner than most of his kind, it's clear that he's a dwarf unlike many others. The owner of a chiseled and angular visage, Zurri is worlds away from the round frames and fat noses that dwarves are renown for.