Pyrzithya Qaleth

The intricate patterns on her golden scales glisten like a tapestry woven from fire and light. From beneath her hood, streaks of white crest-like spines frame her face, starkly and strikingly contrasting her golden scales. Her eyes, like liquid amber, burn with a lively intensity—equal parts compassion and an unyielding determination. The robes and armor she wears blend seamlessly together, practical yet ornate. Her cloak, trimmed in golden embroidery, drapes over her shoulders like rays of sunlight, with an emblem of her deity proudly displayed over her chest plate. The armor itself is burnished to a mirror shine, each piece inscribed with holy runes that softly pulse with light. There’s a playful lilt to her appearance, a bubbling enthusiasm that can border on eccentric, as though the divine fire she channels fuels her very personality. Yet, beneath the friendly exterior, there lies a flicker of something more—a hidden madness, like a wildfire barely contained, waiting to burst forth when the situation demands it.