Leaxel is a man of sturdy build with the weathered skin of a career soldier. He has short, military-style brown hair and a thick beard that is beginning to gray at the chin. A prominent scar runs from his left eyebrow down to his cheekbone. He carries himself with a rigid, upright posture and keeps his equipment in meticulous condition.

Leaxel is a man of few words and immense discipline. He believes that a clear mind is as important as a sharp blade. He is often the first to volunteer for the watch and the last to take his meal, always prioritizing the welfare of those he considers under his protection.

Leaxel was born to a family of stone masons, but he traded his hammer for a sword when the border wars broke out. He quickly rose through the ranks of the infantry due to his tactical mind and unflinching courage in the face of insurmountable odds. He became a sergeant within five years, earning the respect of both his superiors and the men who fought by his side during the Siege of Greyforge. After the war ended, Leaxel found it difficult to return to a life of quiet labor. The structure of the military was the only home he truly knew, but the politics of the high command left him disillusioned. He chose to leave the official army to become a wandering protector, using his combat expertise to assist villages that the local lords had forgotten. He still carries his old mason's tools, finding peace in the quiet work of repairing stone walls when he is not swinging his greatsword.