Laurence stands about six feet in height, with a strong frame - broad shoulders and strong arms. His skin sports a healthy, deep tan indicative of one who spends a majority of their time outdoors. Beneath the heavy tan and travel-grime, one may notice numerous small nicks and scars adoring his chest and arms. The man's hair is thick, wild and unkempt, and a deep ashen brown in coloring. A heavy beard, equally unruly, covers his jaw. Despite his weathered and rough appearance his eyes carry a keen, lively spark to them. Steel-grey in color, with flecks of vibrant silver and white throughout the irises. Below his eyes, a faint dusting of freckles rest along the tops of his cheeks.

His choice of dress seems to consist of travel-worn leathers and cloth; light and easy to clean. Shades of dark greens, browns and blacks seem to be his favored colors. He tends to keep a variety of pouches, satchels and bags along his belt and slung over shoulder. A variety of small vials, poultices, tomes and trinkets seem to be kept within them.

Laurence's gait is a measured and confident one. When speaking, his pattern of speech would seem to indicate an informal education. While his voice carries a deep, rough tone to it, it still manages to be pleasing to the ear. Seeming to follow his presence, the scent of damp leaves and forestry hangs near him - often accompanied by smoldering cedar.