Mizuki Vargan is a copper-scaled dragonborn woman whose body seems built for sudden angles rather than brute force. Her scales are small and tightly fitted along her shoulders, but larger and rougher around her elbows, knees, and throat, where they resemble overlapping roof tiles. A pale seam runs from the left corner of her mouth to her jaw, a healed scar from a ceremonial blade. She moves with unnerving quiet, placing each foot as if the floor might accuse her of haste. Her expression is usually stern, yet she has an unexpectedly delicate habit of holding cups with both hands like a nervous child. When angered, the gold membranes inside her nostrils glow faintly, though her voice becomes softer instead of louder.