(( Made by me on Artbreeder ))

An aging man nigh as grey as his cloak. His face is weathered and battered from the elements, his nose had lost its shape, now flat and crooked from a life of confrontation. His hair is often as unkempt as his apparel, with far more grey streaks than dark hair in his mane. His hands are calloused -- exposing a disposition for the outdoors as opposed than the comfort and familiarity of towns and cities.
To the keener eye, he had an uneven gait as he moved -  a hobble with him favouring his right leg, indicating an old wound that still gave him trouble.

A person of tall stature, Feirodir's frame tells of a tried and tested man. Although age, injury and pipeweed have taken their toll, he still cuts an imposing and grim-faced figure.