Turchiron's tangle of long black hair is now swept back neatly, though often hidden under the sweat stained travel hood. As the rest of his kin, he is beardless giving him an even more youthful appearance despite his grim expression. Pale grey eyes that once shone bright with vigor and innocence are now hardened with grief and an occasional glint of hatred.

His sturdy travel clothes are worn, the remnants of the orange and green hues now fading to a dull brown. Upon his breast, the seven pointed star brooch gleams hidden beneath the heavy folds of his weather proof cloak.

He is often seen carrying a single handed sword, the blade still keen as when his father carried it against the Enemy. He bears a large wooden shield, beaten and worn from many battles, strapped to his back. There are times he wields a spear, in particular when combat is expected. A small sheath strapped to his supple boot holds a dagger that is useful in a fight or as a utilitarian tool.

Standing about 6 feet tall, Turchiron would be short compared to most of his brothers. His build is broad and strong, his stout frame able to bear the heavy shield and absorb the blows from the enemy. By doing so, he gives the archers protection they need to loose their arrows in a fight.

(Nethdir as depicted by the wonderful Aurgil)