Dion moves with a blend of draconic deliberation and human refinement. In human shape he stands as a tall, imposing man but his gestures always include a faint curling of his fingers as if testing the air for thermal currents. His skin shows faint scale patterns along the forearms and down the neck, like overlapping, polished tiles. When he turns his head his eyes catch the light so a slit of gold seems to pass across the iris. He keeps one gauntlet open at all times, revealing a palm marked with a pale sigil that pulses softly when he prays. Unexpectedly he wears a child's woven bracelet frayed and stained on the inside of his left wrist, a small, incongruent token that he never speaks of.