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When Tibault's parents, the Count and Countess Laveer, were swept away in a storm, it left him alone at six, too young to rule on his own. The Seraph of Brighthold, close and trusted advisor of the Count and Countess, had been named as regent in their will, and raised Tibault to his majority. Although the lessons of the Faith imprinted themselves deep in his bones, he had a wildness in his youth that only time eventually tempered. Through his late teens and well into his twenties, he offered his blade to every just fight. He had a deserved reputation as a warrior and as a leader of men, but as his responsibilities grew to his family -- a family of flotsam, swept into Brighthold's protection, with one child by blood from an early marriage -- he settled more firmly into his role as Count. He spent less time with the sword and more time with trade, diplomacy, and learning. With the advent of the King's Rest, he knew his place was in Arx. He is a man sure of himself and of his place in his world, with an unwavering dedication to his family. For them, he would turn back the tides.

There's an agelessness to Tibault's aspect: not old, but not young, either. He is dark of skin with darker eyes and hair of tightly coiled black only just hinted with silver that lies cropped close to his skull. He stands tall and lean, with the strength of his youth marked in his build.

The fire of Tibault's youth has cooled to steel as he's aged; while no less passionate for his causes, he has at last acquired patience. He is fueled by a sense of absolute justice and an almost reckless compassion, tempered by a thoughtful consideration. He demands the best from others, and expects no less of himself.