Titus stands tall with a rigid military posture. His skin is a deep, weathered bronze, and his eyes carry a faint, natural luminescence like dying embers. He wears a suit of meticulously cleaned chain mail over a charcoal grey tabard, and his short, dark hair is kept in a practical soldier's cut.

Titus is a man of quiet conviction who prefers action over long debates. He treats every traveling group like a squad, constantly checking on the morale and safety of his companions. He is deeply protective but maintains a professional distance to ensure he can make hard choices when the need arises.

Titus was born in the frontier territories where the line between civilization and chaos is thin. His celestial heritage manifested early, showing as a faint golden hue in his iris that pulsed whenever he felt a strong sense of injustice. He joined the local militia at age eighteen, seeking to channel his internal fire into something productive. Over a decade of service, he rose through the ranks as a soldier who led from the front, eventually becoming a trusted sergeant known for his unwavering moral compass. His transition to the path of a Paladin occurred during the Siege of Greykeep. When the walls were breached and the command order collapsed, Titus stood alone in a burning doorway to shield a group of wounded civilians. He felt a surge of radiant heat through his veins as he called out for the strength to save them. The subsequent burst of light blinded the attackers and bought enough time for the survivors to flee. Recognizing that his soul served a higher authority than any mortal army, he traded his sergeant stripes for a holy symbol and took to the road to defend those the law forgot.