Nilfheim is unusual for a black dragon. He has risen slightly above the basest instincts of chromatic dragons, though not nearly enough to be regarded an anything better than indifferent to the struggle between good and evil. His core philosophy is "what's in it for me" and largely assumes that most others think the same way, whether they'll admit their selfish motives or not. He is unnerving to be around, but not necessarily due to the natural fear of a big scaly predator that could eat you. His gaze lingers longer than it should, his mannerisms seem uncanny and out of place for a dragon, his voice seems hollow and distant. It almost seems like something in his soul, something in his very being, is missing or altered. It doesn't help his case that he has a fascination with trinkets taken from graves and tombs either. Physically, he's not much different from other dragons his age. He's just ... creepy.

Enjoys lurking in subterranean locations, particularly natural caves.

Potentially a little bit mentally impaired, due to some wyrmlinghood head injury which he can no longer remember.