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Tibaltus has been around Arx for awhile, walking measured beat of a godsworn priest in amongst the faithful. Most people old enough to remember his arrival remember that he came by sea and looking to swear himself to the gods, and never mind his old fealty. He's never spoken much about his childhood, aside from a few dismissive words now and again about the life of a younger son in a barony. There have always been more important things to think about. His focus as a priest has always been on the political and spiritual health of the Faith. He has always paid a great deal of attention to the dignity of the godsworn, protecting them from scandal and from rumor as best he can, emphasizing especially to the young and the laity that the appearance of propriety is every bit as important to the health of the Faith as the actuality of it. It's a prim attitude for somebody who was raised in the Lyceum, but he has always been strict about it. He has sought out and mentored young men and women for years, looking to improve the oratory skills of priests and to keep their heads above water in a city that is rife with temptations to stray.

Rangy height with just the suggestion of a stoop in his carriage, Tibaltus looks a little older than his years. His dark auburn hair carries rich red highlights, but also streaks of spun silver that lighten it. His eyes have an almondine cast, smoky gray in color beneath his blunted lashes. His nose is aquiline, his face narrow and angular with the strong bones of his cheeks high enough to cast shadows in their hollows.

Tibaltus is an elusive man of high intelligence and deep reserve. It's never entirely clear what he thinks about anything, only how he presents himself. He is focused on dignity and propriety, with a political savvy with the weight of years behind it. Yet there is also a deep compassion to him, as though he can listen to any problem, any confession, and believe that on some level, he can forgive what has been done. There's something grounded and deep about him, a wisdom that seems unrelenting, a darkness that seems deliberately buried. He is steady and sharp. His patience has a razor edge that can do great damage when it finally breaks, but mostly he maintains it without seeming effort.