🔥 Appearance

Orlin stands a towering 6'6", his scales a deep ember-red, patterned with golden streaks and mottled highlights that glint like veins of molten ore when struck by light. His horns curve back and slightly upward, burnished dark bronze near the base and brightening to gold at the tips.

He wears a layered crimson cloak over practical, reinforced leathers — battle-worn but maintained — with arcane sigils subtly stitched along the seams. His eyes are a smouldering amber, their faint inner glow hinting at the fire that flows through his blood. When he exhales in frustration or battle, a thin wisp of smoke curls from his nostrils.

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⚔️ Background

Born in the foothills near a volcanic range, Orlin was raised among dragonborn who valued strength, honour, and self-discipline. His early years were spent as a soldier in a mercenary company, serving under banners not for glory, but for coin and the order that structure provided.

During a siege, he was nearly killed in an inferno caused by a red dragon’s assault. Instead of dying, his latent bloodline awoke — the flames refused to consume him, wreathing instead around his body like a shield. When the fires died, his scales shimmered with gold flecks and his breath burned hotter than ever before.

Haunted and humbled, Orlin left military life. He now travels as an adventurer-for-hire in the West Marches, seeking both atonement and mastery over the fire within. Though he respects command and discipline, he refuses to serve another blindly again.

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🧠 Personality

Orlin embodies a blend of discipline and restrained fury — a soldier’s stoicism hiding the constant pulse of draconic temper beneath.

• Traits:
  • Speaks plainly and directly, with measured authority.
  • Keeps a soldier’s order — sharp blade, polished gear, and strict watch rotations.
  • Has a habit of staring into campfires too long, lost in thought.