Lanky and gangling, Cuphir hasn't quite grown into his broad shoulders and long limbs. His hair, fair in childhood, seems to have darkened with each passing year into a sort of muddy brown. It hangs well past his shoulders and can often be found dangling dangerously over cookfires or  whipping his sister Elan across the face as they do their best to work the land.

He is typically simply--or raggedly--dressed, suggesting humble means.