A lean, copper-scaled dragonborn male with narrow golden eyes, a chipped left horn, and a quick, crooked smile. He dresses in worn leather armor beneath a dark green traveling coat, with several hidden pockets sewn into the lining. A battered lute hangs from his shoulder, its case reinforced with metal corners and its interior secretly lined with lockpicks and false-bottom compartments.

Test is quick-witted, shamelessly confident, and friendly in the way of someone who is always checking whether a conversation can become profitable. He enjoys applause more than wealth, though he rarely turns down either. Beneath his swagger is a wary survivor who expects betrayal and tries to betray people first, just in case.

Test grew up in the crowded back rooms of roadside inns, where nobody asked too many questions as long as the drinks kept flowing. His draconic heritage made him memorable, so he learned early that charm was more useful than hiding. He played cheap songs for travelers, watched their hands, and became very good at noticing which purses were worth taking. His first real mentor was an aging burglar who taught him that every lock had a rhythm and every guard had a habit. Eventually, Test joined a small criminal crew that used music as cover for burglary. He was the distraction, the lookout, and occasionally the one who talked everyone out of trouble. A job went wrong when the crew tried to steal from a well-connected magistrate, leaving Test with a stolen signet, a burned safehouse, and several former allies who would prefer him dead. Now he wanders from town to town as a performer and confidence trickster, looking for profitable work, easy applause, and the chance to discover who betrayed him first.