Nael is a gaunt half-elf with pale, sickly skin and eyes that flicker with an unnatural violet light. A jagged, obsidian-colored scar runs from his solar plexus up to his shoulder, often smoking with a faint, wispy miasma. He wears dark, functional silks and worn leather armor that seems to absorb the light around him.

He is quiet and predatory, possessing a charisma that feels more like a threat than a charm. Nael rarely raises his voice, instead relying on a cold, steady intensity to dominate conversations. He views others as either tools for his entropy or obstacles to be cleared with surgical precision.

Born to a forgotten lineage, Nael was once a common thief until he was caught and cast into the darkest oubliette of Argian. In the absolute silence of his cell, something from the void between life and death reached out to him. This entity, a decaying draconic force known as Argian's Entropy, offered him freedom in exchange for becoming its vessel. The pact was sealed by a necrotic scar that nearly claimed his life, burning a permanent doorway into his flesh. Now, Nael walks the world as a revenant of his former self, an agent of inevitable decay who can draw a sword of dragon bone and shadow directly from his own chest. His path is one of reclaiming the power stolen from him in prison, guided by the whispering hunger of the dragon soul that shares his body.