Luthkri is a long-limbed sylvari with the narrow, weathered frame of someone who has survived on too little food and too much vigilance. His green-brown skin has the matte texture of dried leaves, interrupted by pale mineral scars that stripe his knuckles, jaw, and left shoulder like spilled chalk. His ears are torn at the tips, and one is pierced with a small iron nail that he refuses to remove. He walks with a pronounced limp when watched, but moves almost silently when he thinks no one is looking. His face suggests exhaustion until he smiles, revealing a chipped canine and an unexpectedly gentle expression. The contradictory impression he leaves is of a ruined beggar who notices everything, including beauty, and refuses to let the city take that from him.