Diamond is a massive silver dragonborn whose scales glisten like frosted quartz. His physical frame is built like a siege tower, thick and unyielding. He wears battered but meticulously polished chain mail and carries a kite shield that looks as if it has blocked a thousand arrows. His eyes are a pale, frosty blue, and he often has a light dusting of frost around his snout.

Diamond is a dragonborn of few words and immense presence. He is blunt to the point of being accidental, often saying exactly what is on his mind without a filter. Despite his intimidating size and rough manner, he has a deep, quiet gentleness. He treats animals and the common folk with far more respect than he does lords or generals.

Diamond earned his name in the frost-bound infantry of the Northern March, where his scales provided a natural camouflage in the snow. He was a career soldier, a man who believed the army existed to protect the weak. That belief was tested when his commander ordered his unit to burn a supply village to deny it to an advancing enemy. Diamond refused, standing alone at the village gates with his shield raised until the commander stood down, fearing the silver giant more than the court-martial. He was stripped of his rank and exiled, his name struck from the registries. Diamond didn't mind the loss of his title. He realized then that the laws he had followed were chains, and the true divine path lay in his own conscience. Now he wanders the roads, a knight without a lord, a paladin who speaks to the common man more than the gods. He believes that every shield raised in defense is a prayer in itself, and he plans to say many prayers before his time is through.