T'rissbrynn sports a rather slender and slight figure, toned and athletic and of roughly average height for an elven male. Long, willowy limbs carry him with a certain grace and confidence foreign to many, rather like a dancer of some sorts. Toned and wrapped in tight, corded muscle that lends itself to agility and speed rather than raw mass and power. His voice is soft, and carries a faintly melodic quality to it, pleasant to the ear.

Tending to keep himself wrapped in layers of dark leather, the elf keeps nearly every inch of skin carefully hidden away from sight. Various straps, buckles and pouches line the belts at his waist, a menagerie of blades, trinkets and vials hidden in sleeves and under fabric. About his shoulders, and kept pulled about his person is a rather heavy cloak, tattered about the edges. The hood from said cloak is kept pulled low over his features, and a scarf wrapped about his neck and tugged up to further obscure his features.

From beneath the scarved and cowled shadows, hang strands of silken, snow white hair. Well tended, and soft to the touch. One might noticed the occaisonal glint of pale, soft violet as well, as his eyes catch the light of the environment. Keen, pale purple and flecked with hints of glistening silver and white about the irises. On the rare occaison one might catch a better glimpse beneath the hood, they would note that his skin is dark, black as night. Marking the elf as what would no doubt be most common, a drow.