Marshal Vesper Karr is a lean, wiry bronze dragonborn woman whose sleek copper scales have developed a faint greenish-blue patina wherever sea spray repeatedly touches them. Her scales feel smooth and cold like wet river stones, while the ridges along her jaw and brow are roughened by windblown salt. She moves with a low, balanced glide, shoulders loose and feet always placed as if the deck beneath her might suddenly tilt. Her eyes are pale storm-gray with thin rings of electric blue around the pupils. She smiles rarely, but when she does, it looks disconcertingly like a warning flare. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: broad, scarred, and built for hauling anchors, yet capable of delicate clockwork repairs fine enough to mend a compass needle.