A broad-shouldered male lizardfolk with muted olive-green scales, a pale throat, and a long tail marked by bands of sandy brown. He wears a salt-stiffened leather coat over practical sailor's clothes, with a rapier at his hip and a shortbow wrapped in oiled cloth. A small brass navigator's compass hangs from a cord around his neck, its casing deeply worn smooth where his claws repeatedly rub it. Within moments of meeting someone, it becomes clear that his eyes rarely rest on faces. He studies doors, windows, hands, belts, and the spaces beneath tables, always mapping the room before he decides whether to speak.

Mokor is calm, observant, and blunt without intending insult. He enjoys useful work, competent companions, and situations where every object has a clear purpose. He is surprisingly protective of inexperienced sailors and adventurers, though he disguises concern as criticism of their knots, footing, or choice of hiding place.

Mokor was hatched among the reed islands where river water meets the inland sea, a place where lizardfolk clans traded fish, salt, and carved bone with passing crews. He learned early that sailors lied with their mouths but told the truth with their hands, their knots, and the direction of their eyes. As a young deckhand, he became useful in cramped places, slipping through cargo holds to retrieve dropped tools, untangle lines, or discover which crate had been opened without permission. His quiet competence eventually drew him into more delicate work, including opening locked chests for captains who preferred not to ask questions in front of their crews. When the merchant vessel Reed-Crown was sabotaged during a night crossing, Mokor found the damage before the ship sank. He saved several sailors, but the captain blamed him for the missing cargo and abandoned him at a rough port rather than admit that the ship's own officers had been involved. Mokor kept the captain's worn compass, not out of loyalty, but because it points reliably even when people do not. Now he travels from port to port as a rogue and occasional deckhand, taking work that rewards patience, nerve, and a willingness to leave before the consequences arrive. He claims he is searching for the saboteur, though he has not decided whether he wants justice, payment, or simply a better story.