Zindar looks to be in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties, though his mannerisms seem to mark him as being a little older.  His hair is blonde and typically dishevelled in need of a brush.  He is quite unremarkable, until you meet the gaze of his violet eyes that elude to a mixed heritage.

He wears dull chain mail that is covered by a russet coloured light leather jerkin adorned with oak leaf and acorn motifs, almost matching the carved oak leaf and acorn symbol that is slung about his neck by a leather cord.  His leggings are russet coloured also, though stained with the dew and sap of plants he had brushed passed just like the high soft leather boots upon his feet.  He holds a staff in his left hand, with a long bow and quiver slung across his back.