A tall dragonborn who moves like a spring-wound calisthenic dancer. Scales are matte on his torso but polished along his spine so light skates down them. His head bears a thin white scar that bisects a horn and stops at his brow, as if an old quarrel flattened the horn but left the mind intact. He favors simple shaved patterns scored into the scales above his left eye, inked with ash and oil, and the ends of his bandages always smell faintly of citrus. Unexpectedly gentle hands with callused pads, and a habitual limp in the left ankle when he is tired, as if some memory of a long fall remains.