Drakkor Valyrian

Drakkor Valyrian wears ash-gray skin today, pale as candlewick, with gold flecks swirling beneath when he recites a judgement. His pupilless eyes glow faintly at the edges; his silver hair never sits right, as if combed by wind from a different street. A lawful man in everything except his temper, he audits every spell: components logged, costs counted, targets named—then he breaks the rules to keep them. When his Radiant Soul flares, a halo-like ring scorches the air behind his words.