Leoric rarely speaks since the fall of his kingdom. He is cold and distant, carrying the weight of his kingdom's destruction heavily upon his mind and soul. Years of solitude have made him guarded and distrustful of outsiders, though beneath his hardened exterior lies a deep sense of loyalty and duty. Beneath his helmet, his ice-blue eyes pierce through the shadows. His black hair is unkempt and rough, with strands falling messily around his face. A slight amount of facial hair lines his jaw, adding to his weathered appearance, standing six foot six in his armour. He still considers himself a knight of the fallen kingdom, despite having no king left to serve and no kingdom left to protect. He remains at the ruins, guarding what little remains as if his duty never ended. To Leoric, abandoning the castle would mean abandoning the people and oath he swore to protect.