Savriel is a slender high elf with eyes that cycle through hues of sapphire and amethyst depending on his current sorcerous stability. His hair is a shocking white, styled in a messy crown that defies gravity. He wears scholarly robes of midnight blue that are perpetually scorched at the hem and smell faintly of ozone and old parchment.

Savriel is intensely curious and intellectually brilliant, though his focus is often scattered. He treats magic as a wild animal rather than a science, often speaking to the weave as if it were a petulant child. He is warm, empathetic, and believes that every problem can be solved with enough creativity and a bit of luck.

Born into a family of rigid wizards in a crystalline elven spire, Savriel was expected to master the arcane through centuries of disciplined study. While his peers spent their nights memorizing scrolls, Savriel found he could hear the music between the notes, a humming vibration in his blood that responded to his emotions. During a particularly dull lecture on planar theory, a moment of intense boredom caused a sneeze that accidentally polymorphed the Headmaster into a giant toad, revealing Savriel's magic was innate and utterly unstable. Cast out for his dangerous potential, Savriel fled to the great libraries of the south. He worked as a sage for decades, using his position to search for a way to stabilize his gifts. He eventually realized that control was a cage, and true power lay in embracing the chaos. Now, he travels the world, applying his scholarly mind to adventuring while trying to find the mentor who disappeared during one of his early, accidental explosions.