Aurel Vesh is a lean dragonborn with river-green scales that look dark at a distance and luminous where the light catches the edges. His horns sweep back like the antlers of a waterbuck, but one horn has been neatly capped in polished black jade after a childhood break. His scales are smooth along the brow and neck, but rough and pebbled across his forearms, as if bark has grown over living stone. He moves with quiet precision for someone so large, always seeming to step around puddles, roots, and loose stones before they can betray him. He wears a contradiction of a life spent between temple and wilderness: a robe of woven reed fiber patched with fine silver thread, a leather belt heavy with pouches of herbs, and immaculate brass rings on clawed fingers that are often caked in mud. Even when exhausted, he smells faintly of rain on warm earth and crushed mint.