Ignis is a lithe, bronze-scaled dragonborn with eyes the color of a darkening storm. He wears faded clerical vestments over patched leather armor, and his scales possess a dull patina rather than a polished shine. He carries a staff of weathered driftwood that seems to hum with a faint, static energy.

He is quiet and observant, often pausing to watch the way insects crawl or the wind moves through grass before speaking. He speaks in a measured, low rasp and values patience above all things. He views the laws of nature and the laws of the gods as the same tapestry.

Born with a frail constitution that made traditional dragonborn martial training impossible, Ignis was given to a temple of the Platinum Dragon to serve as a scribe. Within the cloistered gardens, he discovered that the divine presence he sought in scripture was equally present in the growth of the lichen on the temple walls. He eventually drifted toward the druidic traditions, seeing the natural order as the most perfect law of the cosmos. He spent years documenting the weather patterns and the migratory habits of local wildlife, treating each observation as a sacred ritual. His move toward the path of a druid was not an act of rebellion but a deepening of his existing faith, as he sought to protect the world that the gods had so meticulously crafted. He now travels with the goal of ensuring that the balance between civilization and the wild is maintained according to ancient, forgotten mandates.