A dark-skinned man of average height and build, but ego far eclipsing his meager stature, Tairil exudes a stance and posture of absolute royalty.  With every step forward he projects the progress of the people of Cyre; vigorous, forthright, and insightful.  The ever present grin across his face acts as a sharp reminder that under no circumstances will he, or his people, allow mere setbacks of any type to hold back the wild exuberance that is the Cyran Appreciation.   The only thing he holds in higher regard than himself, is his Cyran bloodline.

As of current, when among people and not actively adventuring, he wears his snow-white hair short, peering out from beneath a showy, wide-brimmed hat.  His hands are, as customary for both a Cyran and Aundairian, elegantly gloved in glimmersilk and shimmering dragonshards along the wrists.  He wears matching glimmersilk shirt and pants overlaid with a necklace made of literal Cyran coinage, cascading inwards from copper crowns to platinum dragons, the silver sovereigns of course depicting Oargev ir'Wynarn.  He wears a belt adorned with gold and amethyst jewels, an amethyst brooch holding several sashes together emblazoned with the Cyre heraldry, and a signet ring made in the form of the Cyreborn family crest.  All this beneath a glamerweave cloak etched with a depiction of Crya crossing the night sky aligned with the Ring of Siberys.