Standing rigid and stoic, Aegledor bears himself with a defiant posture - his lifespan on Arda ever dormant upon his shoulders.  Eyes derive their sorrowful gleam from an unrequited longing he is reluctant to speak of, and any mention of such will swiftly lure out a facade of contentment and indignancy.

Nonetheless, anyone capable of discerning the true visage - indeed, any prolific Eldar can - would pierce through his pretense; a brittle one, effete and thin in its vain attempt at disguise.

As such, his gazes direct and undivided in their focus, but unchallenging and bereft of provocation. He is tight-lipped and hesitant to speak, when he does so his words are well-measured and deliberate, each word picked with that delectable, coveted quality the elves are renowned for. While always wording himself in a neutral manner, it can often appear as if he is absent or distant. His demeanor does not invite idle company, and while he is keen to listen, he is equally loathe to divulge anything not a formality.

His hair is kept loose and free, cascading in side-set tresses so as not to conceal his face. Its hue is dark, albeit the radiant beams from the sun often bestows it a lighter hue. While his face is unworthy of song and praise—as flawless as any Eldar—his skin possesses a spirited glow attained from the long hours spent in daylight, hale and hearty; a trait separating him from most Sinda who ever dwell under the shade granted by the boughs of trees.

If not clad in his traveling garb, unremarkable in every aspect, his clothes are most often white in color and fashioned in adherence to a symbiosis with the nature; the fabric natural and tailored with care, made in craftsmanship unsurpassed by any Edain or Naugrim.  When armed for battle, he makes little note of the style or imposing appearance his attire will suggest, instead choosing to favor adaptability and dexterity; the material of his attire reflecting this ethos.