Tinnuvith stands at five foot ten, her build more muscular than that of an average woman due to her lifestyle, but still slender, for a woman she is.

She has a handsome, not beautiful sort of profile; high cheek bones and a sharp nose, deep-set dark blue eyes with shadows underneath them, and dark, wavy hair of medium length. Two long scars glisten on her face, pale with age.

She wears tough, if very worn around the edges leather and a large dark cloak of a heavy fabric and a harsh texture, the hood of which she rarely removes - concealing her face and scars in the shadow, save for when the scars glisten by the fire or her eyes flick to somebody's face attentively. She wears leather boots and gauntlets lined with wolf-fur. The heavy cloak looks like it has been mended more than once before, tattered and light brown from dried mud the bottom.

A sheathed sword rests on each of her hips supported by a tough belt. A small dagger, not extremely decorated, is strapped securely to her right leg, it's point almost reaching her ankle.

Her stride is steady yet decisive; her body language tends to be rather closed off with strangers.