The essence of earth wafts around this figure... Not unclean just... Dirt and grass and perhaps the slightly sweet smell of flowers in bloom during spring. His stature is slight, but his eyes reveal a power to be realized perhaps... In the forest green pigmentation of his irises. There lies very little special about his wears, most are well worn yet serviceable. Tharin is best described as wiry, his hair already hinting to white although he appears rather young. White, perfectly straight teeth adorn his mouth which seems to be forever smiling... Or perhaps smirking?