Ignis stands tall with crimson scales that shimmer like cooling magma. He possesses a scholarly air, often wearing a pair of thick iron spectacles perched precariously on his snout. His muscular frame is clad in fine, library-appropriate silks that have been modified with leather straps to hold his battleaxe and mace. Faint glowing tattoos depicting the lineages of his clan wrap around his forearms.

Ignis is soft-spoken and meticulously organized, a stark contrast to the standard barbarian image. He prefers to settle disputes through historical precedent but carries a heavy burden of ancestral voices that demand blood. He is surprisingly patient, often taking time to explain the physics of a strike even while he is preparing to deliver it.

Ignis was born into the Vault of Smoldering Wisdom, a reclusive mountain library dedicated to the preservation of draconic history. While other dragonborn of his lineage sought power through conquest, Ignis spent his youth cataloging the failures and victories of the Red Dragon lords. He was a promising researcher until the spirits of the very warriors he studied began to manifest through him, choosing him as their vessel for unfinished business. The peaceful life of a scribe was shattered when he realized he could only quiet the spectral voices by engaging in the visceral thrill of combat. He now travels the world as a reluctant warrior, using his battleaxe and mace to carve out new history while his ancestors watch through his eyes. He carries his library access seals as his most prized possession, hoping to return to the quiet life once his ancestors are appeased.