Vharak moves with a heavy, deliberate gait that belies his dragonborn heritage; broad shoulders roll with the slow confidence of a war veteran, but his pale, almost chalky scales contrast sharply with his smoldering crimson eyes. His jaw is squared and lined with several faint battle scars, yet an incongruous patch of white scales runs from his left temple through his eye like a streak of frost, giving an eerie impression as if some cold fire lingers beneath his skin. His movements are methodical and serious when on duty, but occasionally he shows a jittery twitch in his left claw, hinting at underlying restlessness. His voice carries a gravelly tone that can switch from brooding silence to urgent fervor when speaking of Tiamat. Despite his size and armor-clad frame, there is a subtle clumsiness to his handling of small items. His overall impression is a mix of fierce devotion and a hint of haunted simplicity.