Kaidro is a tall, gold-scaled Dragonborn with horns that have been blunt-broken in past skirmishes. His scales are scarred with pale lines where blades once bit deep. He wears an elegant, though frayed, set of eastern silk robes layered over dark leather wraps. A signet ring hangs on a chain around his neck. His eyes are like molten gold, often reflecting the flames he calls forth with a mere word.

He is a creature of immense patience and quiet dignity. Having lost everything, he finds comfort in ritual and tradition. He speaks in measured, resonant tones and treats even a common innkeeper with the formal politeness of a courtly diplomat. He is weary from years of war but remains fiercely protective of those he considers his new kin.

The island kingdom of Ouroboros was a pinnacle of draconic culture, a noble society perched upon floating spires and black cliffs. That world died in a single night when the sea rose to swallow it, spurred by an unknown abyssal surge. Kaidro, a young prince then, was cast into the sea and presumed dead. He was found washed ashore by the monks of the Silver Peak in a far-off eastern land. They raised him not as a prince, but as a warrior-poet, blending his innate draconic magic with their disciplined combat styles. Under their tutelage, he learned to vocalize his internal power into 'Ancient Words,' sounds that resonate with the very foundation of the world. Now, he travels back through the realms that ignored his people's pleas for help. He is the last shadow of Ouroboros, searching for any other survivor who might still be singing the songs of his ancestors. He seeks a place where he can finally lay down his staff and rest, but until he finds his kin, his journey continues.