Tall for even a woman of the Eldar, Airanile stands at six foot eleven inches. She is of average build, but carries herself very elegantly most of the time. There is something 'old' about her. Not simply a long-lived Elf, but one who carries a weight of Ages. Yet there is also something youthful, as if each day is a new awakening for her. Her face is, as expected, unlined and unmarked, her skin pale and luminous, yet there sometimes she can almost appear as frail and fragile as a small bird. Her hands are long fingered, and look as if she is one skilled in working with them. A weaver or a tailor of some sort, perhaps?

Airanile's long, thick hair is white, usually worn in a bun or drawn back from her face. Her eyes are bright, alert, and of a silver-grey colour. Her lips are pale rose, her brows slightly arched. There is nothing outstanding about her appearance, as she seems likely to be a tired First Age Nolde, yet it is as if her spirit shines through her form at times. There is more to her than meets most folk's eye. 

She dresses practically, in colours of the clouds, white through to dark grey, occasionally with a touch of blue. 

Seemingly fluent in most languages she encounters, she is obviously quite learned.