Besides possessing a love of the sea and shoreline like many of his kin, Culir also has a deep affinity with the woods and fens. With glade and Dell. He rejoices in the sounds of the forest and the sight of the rising sun through the morning mists.

 he moves with a calm assurance and a grace of efficiency. his storm grey eyes observe much and generally sparkle with his own curious type of humour but darken to depthless pools of icy black when moved to anger or hatred. Emotions generally reserved for goblin kind and other creatures that would defile the lands he loves.

He is often tasked with the training of scouts for the Loth-i-Lonnath under whose banner he serves once more.

Fastening his cloak is the fine brooch of his Household wrought in the likeness of an Uilos flower, wreathed by a sprig of Oiolairë, the Green Bough of Return.