Jaxith presents a rugged and salt-crusted exterior, his skin tanned to the color of cured leather and etched with fine lines from years of squinting at the sun. His most prominent feature is a voluminous, vibrant copper-red beard that spills down his chest like a frozen waterfall of fire, often decorated with tiny, colorful bird feathers and dried reeds. In a jarring contradiction to his mud-splattered waders and smelling of river silt, he keeps his fingernails meticulously manicured and wears a single, elegant silk glove on his left hand whenever he is not casting a net. He moves with a rhythmic, swaying gait as if his feet are perpetually adjusting to the roll of a boat even when he is standing on solid stone.