Morax wears a white robe with a hood and wears long, baggy trousers. His hands are shown in orange/brown, with vein-like markings in a light yellow colour running up his arms. He sighs slightly as he wanders, his mind filled with the upcoming war which he wouldn't try to stop from happening as the god of geo and war.

His long, brown and golden running hair swings from the wind to the left, his amber eyes glance towards the mountain. "How despicable, traitors and those who feign innocence."