Essentially a reformed war-criminal, a scion of and adherent to the will of the Garlean military machine, he was pressed into service from near an early age after being orphaned during one of their conquests. He is cold, and not terribly emotionally attached to his sense of self to the time before he was a soldier. He has a nearly singular thirst for justice and establishing balance but nearly exclusively through force and willfulness. He judges and executes. Sometimes fairly, sometimes not so...
Jerith is large for a Highlander. Not exceptionally tall. He possesses a nearly unnatural strength and build. With shoulders as broad as an axe handle and a thickly banded trunk with equally impressive limbs. Casting the silhouette of a Roegadyn or a large primate. Though he is still reasonably young His features are rough-hewn and squared, as though he were cast from granite in the image of some fiercer thing from an earlier time. Pale eyes that burn with cold accusatory balefire and a tightly set mouth that seems locked into a grimace of disdain. He speaks evenly and distantly. As though every interaction is merely recitation.