A blue-scaled dragonborn with pearlescent flecks that catch the light when she moves. Her scales over her cheeks are fine and almost translucent, like the sheen on a shell, while the ridged plates along her shoulders are darker and pitted from old scars. She moves with a casual grace that contradicts her bulk, sliding between people with the silent confidence of a practiced performer. Around her neck hangs a battered lute pick carved from an old coin and threaded on a strip of red leather. Unexpectedly, she keeps one fingertip always stained a faint purple from ink and berry dye, hinting at late-night journaling or experimental pigments. When she plays, she tucks her tail neatly, making a habit of tapping it twice as a percussive counterpoint.