Average in height and not particularly attractive by elven standards, Cormeran wears the worn, dust ridden garb, in browns and greens, of someone who has spent much of his time on the road and in the wild. While his face is smooth his brown hair is unkempt and his hazel eyes hold the look of desperation and wariness that suggests a difficult life.  This hard life is also evident when looking at his ears. One is pointed as normal and the other clipped, as if he had been cut by a blade. His physique and stride, while not particularly strong or large, hints at an endurance bred from surviving in the wilds of the River Kingdoms. A smooth handled sickle is tucked into his belt. A strange unnaturalness emanates from the elf, as if something is watching over him.