Ignis is a tall dragonborn with bronze scales that have a metallic sheen. He has a sturdy, athletic build and gold-colored eyes. He wears his old, tattered military uniform under his leather armor, and his scales are marked with a few faded scars from his time in the Phalanx.

He is remarkably disciplined and tends to approach problems with the cold logic of a tactical advisor. He speaks little and when he does, it is usually to offer a plan or a critique of the current formation.

Ignis was born into a tradition of martial excellence within the Bronze Phalanx. Trained from hatching as a scout, he excelled at moving unseen across the battlefield to gather intel. During a disastrous campaign in the western marshes, his battalion was led into a swampy deathtrap by a treacherous captain who sought to eliminate political rivals. Ignis was one of the few who survived, using his lightning breath to create a flash of cover before disappearing into the thick reeds. He spent months living as a ghost in the wild, watching the commander who betrayed his friends receive medals for a battle he intentionally lost. Now, Ignis has traded his spear for a rapier. He works the urban shadows as a mercenary, using his military precision to navigate the underworld. He is driven by a single purpose, he intends to find every officer who signed those orders and expose the truth behind the marsh campaign.