A man of distinct Lombardian heritage, Alexander's face still appears to hold some fading vestiges of youth, but his eyes betray the passage and the pain of numerous years -- a preternatural melancholy that lingers behind every gaze. Irises the color of the sea at its deepest and most vibrant blue are flecked with glittering motes of gold. Few wrinkles can be seen upon his skin; his facial muscles appear slow to move, a smile or a frown a seldom thing upon his visage, which is typically schooled in a grim, expressionless posture. Stark black hair is kept long but neat, typically swept back over his ears -- which bear faint scarring along the tips -- and left to fall along the back of his neck. His goatee is likewise well-maintained and trimmed, adhering closely to the contours of his jawline.

His body itself is tall, his musculature well-defined and his form committed to movements that suggest a measure of both strength and grace. Were he to be seen in a less-clothed state, evidence of scarring would be visible across his frame, remnants that hint at a past involving both melee and magical combat. He carries himself with a purposeful, confident bearing and walks with a deliberate, careful stride, his stance indicative of one who is no stranger to the more dangerous aspects of life.

Despite his apparent ancestry, his voice itself has an accent that is difficult to place -- inflections and influences of both the Western and the Eastern nations all mingle to create a brogue that implies an individual who has traveled far and wide. His speaking mannerisms are the epitome of gravitas -- every word pronounced with the care of one who is all-too-aware of how easily an errant comment may prove more deadly than a flight of arrows.