Tholgrim stands at 4’8” with ash-gray, almost stone-like skin that bears the fine fissures of age and magical exposure. His bald head accentuates harsh, angular cheekbones, while an unruly long black beard streaked vividly with white spills over his chest. His pale blue, almost phosphorescent eyes linger with the weight of centuries—and hint at forbidden knowledge. He moves with slow, deliberate steps, rarely hurried, his staff of bone held lightly despite its size. The cuffs of his robe are singed, as if from careless exposure to raw magical energy. Carved silver rings adorn his gnarled fingers, and a single pristine white rose is often tucked behind his ear, a delicate contrast to his severe appearance.