General Nadir Bakar is a towering Yotunn with the polished look of a palace heir who has dressed for war as if it were an opera. His broad shoulders are wrapped in lacquered imperial blue plate chased with gold filigree, but the armor is dented, over-burnished, and worn like a treasured heirloom rather than practical gear. His skin has the pale, weathered tone of old river stone, marked by small frost scars and the pink seams of old burns. One eye is milk-clouded from a battlefield injury, while the other is sharp, bright, and constantly amused. He carries himself with a jovial swagger, strutting more than walking, and laughs with his head thrown back even in the aftermath of slaughter. The contradiction that makes him unforgettable is his absurdly elegant silk cravat, always immaculate, tucked beneath a gorget splattered with dried blood he never quite notices.