Of average height for an Ogier, Imril stands at nine feet, and weighs in at about 45 stone. His hair is a bit longer than most Ogier men would wear theirs, and it is black. His eyes are a dark brown color. He dresses in functional leather and deep greens and browns. He has what would be a gigantic axe for most slipped through his belt most of the time, and he carries a small tree for a walking staff.
Imril was brought up like many other young Ogier are, and his home was stedding Tsofu. However, during his youth he really didn't fit into the Ogier community and, despite attempts by the community, he slowly alienated himself from them. By the time he hit his hundreth name day, he was known for his quicksilver (by an Ogier standard) temper. He viewed most of the rest of the community as too slow and deliberate, and felt that instead of taking a back seat in the affairs of the world, they needed to act. He was especially passionate about the wilderness of the world, and wanted the Ogier to be more active in its protection. Following his thoughts, at the age of 108 he crashed an Ogier stump and tried to persuade them to be more involved. They didn't listen, so he struck out into the wilderness on his own.
Part of the reason Imril feels the way he does is his gift. Imril has developed into a very talented treesinger.