Vraskul Tqor
Druid
Vraskul Tqor
Species
Dragonborn
Appearance
Vraskul Tqor stands with his weight resting on the balls of his feet, as if the ground beneath him might suddenly become water. He is a towering dragonborn with a long, wedge-shaped head, heavy brow ridges, and layered scales that overlap like weathered roof tiles. His bronze-green hide is rough around the shoulders but polished along the throat and forearms from decades of deliberate grooming. Short white quills run from his crown to the base of his tail, each one threaded with tiny seed pods. He moves with startling quiet for his size, placing every step as carefully as a gardener setting a stone. The contradictory impression is that of a dangerous ancient predator who fusses over his appearance like a vain courtier, often pausing mid-conversation to remove dust from a single scale.
“His voice is a deep, dry rumble with a faint rasp like reeds moving in wind. He speaks slowly enough to make interruptions feel rude, but becomes startlingly quick when describing plants, maps, or an immediate danger.”
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Distinguishing Features
White quills threaded with living seed pods crown his head and neck.
His horns are capped with thin copper rings engraved with the names of extinct marsh birds.
A faint smell of wet stone, crushed mint, and woodsmoke follows him indoors.
He keeps his claws immaculately clean and files them into blunt, practical points.
His tail leaves damp crescent marks on dry floors when he is anxious.
Voice
“Low, measured, and resonant, with occasional clicks from the back of his throat. His laughter sounds like a heavy wooden gate opening after years of disuse.”
Clothing
A sleeveless coat of layered reed fiber hangs over bronze scale armor. The coat is dyed in muted rust, peat-black, and lichen green, then patched with fabric from places he has protected. He wears a broad belt of carved river stones and a single formal silver clasp that belonged to his drowned mother.
Body Language
He waits with one foot slightly lifted, tail curved around the other ankle, and one hand resting on his staff. When listening, he lowers his head until his horns point toward the speaker. He touches seed pods, doorframes, and nearby plants while thinking.
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