A broad-shouldered black dragonborn with charcoal scales, dull silver eyes, and a powerful build kept deceptively light on his feet. The left side of his face is catastrophically scarred from a near-fatal acid blast. The scales there are fused, ridged, and permanently pulled into a twisted expression, with the ruin extending from his brow to his jaw. His left eye is clouded and sightless. No shapechanging can alter the damaged tissue, and he hides it beneath a battered iron half-mask reinforced with leather straps. He wears practical dark clothing beneath a weathered leather coat, with a rapier at his hip and several carefully balanced daggers hidden throughout his clothing.

Khrask is observant, dryly humorous, and suspicious of easy kindness. He notices exits, hands, footwear, and lies before he notices beauty. He is unexpectedly gentle with frightened animals and people who are ashamed of visible injuries. Although he presents himself as cold and calculating, he has a stubborn instinct to protect anyone being cornered or humiliated.

Khrask was born among a small dragonborn caravan that carried dyes, metalwork, and medicinal resins between river settlements. He learned early that a closed mouth and a careful eye were worth more than a strong arm. His first illegal work involved carrying messages through customs checkpoints, but his talent for noticing false seals, hidden compartments, and nervous guards soon drew the attention of a smuggling ring. He became their courier, lockbreaker, and occasional impersonator, using a changeling parent’s gift inherited through his family line to pass as merchants, soldiers, and minor officials. The work ended in a warehouse fire caused by a betrayed partner. Khrask was trapped beneath a fallen beam while a cracked barrel of alchemical acid burst nearby. He survived, but the left side of his face was ruined beyond even his shapechanging ability to mend or disguise. The people who pulled him from the wreckage left him for dead when they saw the damage. Since then, he has worn the iron mask not only to hide his scars, but to make every person who speaks with him wonder which part of him is real. He now works as a thief and information broker, quietly undermining the criminals who caused the fire while protecting other people who have been discarded as inconvenient.