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Ceneshar bears the visage of a high Elf long-weathered by the ages, but unbent by them. His presence is quiet, often still, yet undeniably weighty, as though carved from the same enduring stuff as the mallryn trees themselves. He moves with grace, but seldom without purpose, and there is a discipline in his silence that speaks louder than many words.

Appearance:

• Height: Tall, as most of the Eldar, perhaps a touch taller than most Galadhrim.

• Build: Lean, long-limbed, and sinewed with the taut strength of one who has trained both body and mind. His form has not softened with time, though his armour gathers dust.

• Hair: Ash-grey, once raven-black in his youth, worn long and unbound, save for a thin silver clasp behind his left ear bearing the sigil of a fallen house. In certain light, the grey carries a bluish cast, like cold starlight through fog.

• Eyes: Pale silver, nearly colourless at times, piercing but remote. They do not glow like Galadriel’s, but hold a vast, glacial stillness, as if each gaze cuts through surface words to the unspoken truth beneath. They have seen too much and remember all of it.

• Skin: Fair, though not luminous, his complexion has a wind-worn paleness, touched with faint hollows at the cheeks and shadows beneath the eyes. He appears tired, though never weak.

• Voice: Low and level, each word chosen with care. When roused, his speech gains the sharp cadence of old Quenya, measured, melodic, and honed like a blade.

Garb:

Ceneshar does not dress in the flowing golds of the court he serves. He wears deep grey or dusky blue, with silver embroidery in patterns of stars and root-branches, designs only other lore-masters might decipher. His robes are long, often hooded, clasped with moon-metal or obsidian, depending on his mood. On ceremonial occasions, he dons a mantle of twilight-threaded silk, a relic from an age long before the living memory of many elves.

His sword, though rarely seen unsheathed, is ancient, slender and leaf-bladed. Named 'Lómereth', or 'Twilight Blade', its scabbard is blackened wood carved with runes of warding. Most days, it remains untouched in his chambers... Ceneshar’s staff is a relic also as much as it is a tool; named 'Telumendil', or 'Star-friend', it is both weapon and vessel of will, crafted in ages now forgotten by the smiths of Gondolin.