Naku is a broad-shouldered brass-scaled dragonborn with dark, watchful eyes and a blunt muzzle. Their sailor's coat is an awkward size, its cuffs repeatedly let out and resewn, while a small brass whistle is polished bright enough to catch the light. They take a quiet breath through the nose before speaking, as if checking the wind.

Steady, practical, and quietly attentive. Naku notices who is carrying too much and shifts the load without making a speech about it. They distrust grand promises but respect anyone who keeps showing up.

Naku grew up among dragonborn dockhands, learning to judge a load by the way a rope sang under strain. Their aunt Tömö taught them rigging and the practical art of getting people off a listing deck before worrying about cargo. When a storm tore through their home harbor, Naku held a snapped gangplank in place long enough for trapped workers to cross, then discovered they were better at standing firm than at returning to an ordinary watch.