Tarrik is a wiry young man with sharp, restless features and dark hair that looks like it was cut with a blunt dagger. His most striking feature is his eyes, which are a piercing sky-blue and seem to crackle with faint violet static when he is stressed. He wears a grime-stained cloak over a patchwork of common clothes, with numerous hidden pockets for his scavenged tools.

Wary and cynical, Tarrik trusts no one but himself and perhaps his pet mouse. He uses humor as a shield and prefers to talk or sneak his way out of trouble. He has little patience for authority figures, especially those who hide behind high walls while the rest of the world suffers.

Born during the height of the Border Wars, Tarrik lost his parents to a magical fire that leveled his home village. He spent his childhood in the gutters of a massive city, surviving on stolen scraps and sleeping in chimney stacks. His life changed during a brutal winter when he was cornered by a gang of older thieves. Instead of a beating, he unleashed a pulse of raw, uncontrolled energy that threw his attackers across the street and turned the cobblestones into glass. Since then, he has tried to master this chaotic gift while staying one step ahead of the city watch and any who might want to exploit his innate talent. He views his magic not as a blessing, but as a dangerous animal he is trying to domesticate.