Kriv is a imposing Red Dragonborn with scales the color of cooling magma, dark and smoky with flickers of deep crimson. He wears rugged, scavenged leather armor adorned with teeth and bone trophies. His eyes are a piercing, unnatural yellow that glow faintly when he is agitated. He carries a gnarled wooden shield and a rusted scimitar that he treats with more care than any living creature.

Kriv is manipulative and cold, viewing the natural world as a chaotic engine of survival rather than a sacred balance. He prefers to trick others into doing his bidding, but his patience is razor thin. When his schemes are challenged, the veneer of the 'wise woodsman' cracks to reveal a bloodthirsty predator who revels in destruction.

Kriv was born in a secluded forest grove, intended to be a guardian of the ancient oaks. However, the legacy of his red dragon ancestors was a stain upon his spirit that could not be cleansed by meditation or prayer. From a young age, he realized that he could use the forest's secrets to exploit those who feared it, leading travelers astray into the maws of predators or stripping them of their valuables through elaborate lies and false omens. After he was eventually caught and exiled for burning a sacred site in a fit of rage, Kriv took his talents to the roads. He spent years posing as a traveling herbalist and spiritual guide, using his knowledge of the wild to mask a series of petty crimes and calculated cruelties. He does not seek to restore nature, but to reign over its remains. His druidic magic is not a gift from the spirits, but a power he has wrenched from the earth through sheer force of will. He views himself as the apex predator of a world that is too soft to survive without his brand of order.