Rhogar is a towering figure with scales the color of burnished gold. He possesses a gentle, broad face and eyes that simmer like glowing coals. His movements are slow and deliberate, often weighed down by the heavy, soot-stained chain mail he wears with pride. He carries a shield emblazoned with a simple, hand-painted sun.

Rhogar is a soul of simple needs and profound kindness. He often struggles with complex riddles or abstract philosophy, but he can read the pain in a stranger's eyes with startling clarity. He believes that the sun shines on all alike and that no one is too small to be worth a shield.

Rhogar spent most of his years in the quiet village of Oakhaven, working as the apprentice to an aging blacksmith. He was never the brightest student, often forgetting the names of alloys or the geometry of a proper blade, but his hands were steady and his heart was pure. While others mocked his slow speech, the local children loved him for the metal toys he would forge for them in his spare time. When a band of ruthless mercenaries attempted to extort the village, the mayor and elders debated and trembled. Rhogar did not debate. He took up his heavy smithing hammer and a pot lid, standing at the village gates like a golden wall. The mercenaries laughed until the sun caught Rhogars scales and he roared with a flame that burned with the intensity of a forge. His courage gave the villagers the strength to fight back, and the raiders were driven off. That night, Rhogar felt a pull toward something greater than the anvil. He realized that the world beyond Oakhaven was filled with people who could not stand for themselves. With a set of heavy mail and a blessed symbol of the sun, he set out to be the shield the weak deserve. He may not understand the politics of kings, but he knows when a person is hungry or afraid, and he knows how to help.