Shyrrik is a healthy, mature half-elf of 45 years, which can be likened to a human in their mid-twenties. As a half-elf, he is a blend of human and elven features, though some things about him are pointedly unique. At a glance, his most notable characteristic is his height. Standing at just over six feet, he is a bit taller than most humans, but unusually so for one with elven heritage. He is a thinner sort; filling out much more fully than a frail elf, yet nonetheless would make a poor fighter. His body is sinewy and gently sculpted, owing to his abilities as a tracker and hunter, with strong runner’s legs and arms shaped from the routine drawing of his bow. His chest and stomach remain mostly flat and featureless, with the token lines of muscle crossing this way and that, interrupted by the long slashing scars borne from his encounter with the monstrous lions.
His face is soft and sagely, though his jaw is angular, and his brow sits sternly. By nature, he appears somewhat blank, but thoughtful. Contrary to the norm for half-elves, his eyes are the color brown, though a distinguishably lighter shade than what would typically be found in humans. His hair is of a similar color, and reaches down between his shoulder blades, flowing straight and elegant like his full-blooded cousins. His ears are typically elven, for all appearances. Being partly human, he has facial hair, but it grows so sparsely and slowly that it never manifests as more than thin, short whiskers on his chin and jawline, and often goes without remark. In the right light, he could be seen as rather handsome, though his melancholy aura will often make this difficult to notice. In his left ear, there is a small piercing in the form of a modest golden ring.
He dresses plainly, in dark and earthy colors, as a woodsman would. When not donning his chain armor over a simple thatched tunic, he wears a decorated vest, and his hooded cloak hangs behind his shoulders from where it is drawn about a jeweled clasp at his collar. His hands and arms are adorned by gloved bracers (absent of fingertips, for sake of archery) with generous leather padding. His pants breech just below his knees, where his high boots are strung. All of this is done up in various buckles and belts designed to keep certain things in place, especially his quiver and satchel that hang at his back and side, respectively. When his bow is not in use, but must be carried, it is strung around his body, angling across his chest to the opposite shoulder.