A broad-shouldered dragonborn with burnished bronze scales that catch the evening light and show a faint golden glow along the ridges of his brow and collar. His plate has been polished to a soft mirror and carries thin hairline scratches that map decades of service. He keeps no helmet so his snout and the pale, curved scar that arcs from his left nostril to the jaw are always visible. He walks with a purposeful gate that still carries a domestic ease, like someone used to greeting townspeople between patrols. Unexpectedly he wears a simple wooden charm on a leather cord over his armor, the charm carved in the crude shape of a fish and stained from years of being held. The charm was made by his husband the mayor and is always warm against his chest.