Tall and serpentine for a Dragonborn, he moves with the deliberate grace of someone who has spent centuries practicing both arcane gestures and the economy of motion. His scales are fine and iridescent like burnished copper that catches light in veins of sapphire. He wears a long, high-collared robe patched with arcane sigils and star charts. Around his neck hangs a weathered brass astrolabe etched with runes. His left horn is broken and bound with silver wire, a faint seam of old healing magic visible in the crack. He favors gestures with the right hand and often tilts his head as if listening to a distant, private rhythm.