A mid-20's Silver Dragonborn who keeps on him the bare minimum one could expect to have to survive. Usually adorned with some large two-handed weapon strapped to his back and an uncomfortable number of handaxes on his belt. His silver horns curl back like a ram, threatening to pierce the back of his skull without frequent trimming.

Seen any time he doffs his armor, he keeps his body in peak condition, and despite the scars littering his stomach and spine, seems in rather good health. That is, excluding his wings. Though large, they are clearly shredded beyond repair, filled with holes the size of his own head.

When welding most weapons of his choice, it's clear he's not professionally trained with them, though his battle confidence makes up for this downside.