Haris wears sea-weathered chain mail beneath a tattered blue cloak that smells faintly of salt and storm. His shield bears the jagged sigil of Sortisa, the pirate god of sea and fate—a crest of crashing waves and a coiled rope of destiny. A cutlass hangs at his hip beside a tarnished holy symbol, and his eyes gleam with the faith of a man sworn to the ocean’s wild justice.