Durin is a fragile, pale boy with unnaturally thin hands for his age. He has long, light hair — almost ash-colored — that constantly falls over his face, hiding his eyes. When he is nervous or guilty, he mechanically tucks it behind his ears with trembling fingers, but the strands always fall back. His eyes are red — not from nature, but from chronic insomnia and tears; in a calm state, they would probably be light grey. 