Silver is a 22-year-old red kobold, standing only 2'8" tall with a lean, wiry build, deep red scales, a lighter red-orange underside, metallic silver eyes, a long narrow snout, small backward cranial spines, a thin tail, and reptilian clawed feet. He dresses in dark, practical travel clothing meant for movement rather than protection, with wrapped cloth, light bracers, a reddish-brown sash, and a broken shackle still worn as a reminder of captivity.

Silver was born among kobolds who lived beneath the shadow of a red dragon and was eventually chosen to be offered into its service. Rather than surrender his freedom, he escaped. Since then, survival has shaped nearly everything about him. He is cautious, observant, resourceful, and constantly aware of exits, preferring escape and clever positioning over unnecessary fights. He began learning to fight simply because he had to, which is reflected in his training as a Fighter.

Draconic is Silver's native language. His Common is entirely self-taught through overheard conversations, repetition, scraps of writing, and observation, leaving him with limited vocabulary and unusual grammar. He often refers to himself in the third person, substitutes Draconic words when Common fails him, and learns new words by repeating and testing them in context. His broken Common should never be mistaken for low intelligence. Silver is highly perceptive and quick to recognize patterns, especially in language and behavior.

Though wary around strangers, Silver is curious, stubborn, and capable of becoming mischievous once he feels safe. He strongly dislikes cages, shackles, collars, being grabbed, or anyone speaking as though they own him. Above all else, Silver values one truth more than anything:

Silver belongs Silver.