Dustin is a towering, severe presence who looks carved from storm-dark stone and emberlight. He stands still in a way that makes a room feel braced around him, but when he moves it is with a predator's economy, every step measured as if he is always crossing a battlefield. His skin is warm bronze with faint, scale-like flecks along the collarbones and ribs that catch the light like polished copper. Beneath the sternum, a soft amber glow pulses when his draconic heart stirs, visible most clearly in darkness or under moonlight. His armor is blackened obsidian plate engraved with thin silver rune-lines that seem almost liquid when he breathes. Unexpectedly, his gauntlets are lined with pale blue velvet on the inside, a careful softness hidden beneath all that menace. His face is sharply handsome rather than pretty, with a disciplined mouth, a healed split in one eyebrow, and eyes that look almost blue until anger pulls a narrow golden ring into view. He smells faintly of warm metal, cedar smoke, and rain on stone.