The Dragon of the Northern Unknowns
"You've never seen anything quite like me."
Nahvariik dons a suit of steel plated armor, perfectly blended between heavy and light armor, the cuirass and pauldrons made from steel, while his leggings and gauntlets derive from leather, leaving his claws from being covered. The plating travels roughly halfway down his tail, leather wrappings securing the armor to the ridges that run down his tail. Due to his unusual body frame, as opposed to the more humanoid races, his digitigrade legs deny him of wearing actual boots, but his talon-like claws make up for more than this. He is also unable to wear closed helmets, so he wears a non-magical cowl over his head whenever he travels.
The "Dragon" is quite versed in the art and technique of one-handed combat, as well as utilizing unarmed strikes. As such, it is usually a fatal flaw to assume that he is truly unarmed when he has no weapons in hand. He has been known from time to time to improvise, using ordinary objects such as tree branches as clubs and wooden spoons as daggers. If given the chance, and without a weapon nearby, Nahvariik will slash, bite, and kick at his opponents, often with hilarious, but deadly, outcomes that usually ending poorly for the victim of such attacks.
Normally, he carries a greatsword as well as a much smaller short sword. Despite being a two-handed weapon, his large frame does allow him to wield the greatsword with a single hand, but even this has few negative consequences. Wielding such a weapon one handed somewhat decreases his accuracy with the weapon a little bit, due to the large size and shape of the weapon making it awkward for him to utilize it as such. However, even with the slight impairment, one should think twice about attempting to block such swing, as the strength and force behind it is enough to shatter even the best Dwarven-forged shields.
In addition of these more noticeable items of combat, he also carries a small number of bone daggers balanced for throwing on his body, carried over from his homeland, as well as a small pouch of medical herbs and healing agents for those small ailments one might become affected with in the field.
The draconian environment of their homeland offers the Drakaani little refuge from the elements, forcing them to develop hardy resistances to the elements over time. Constant prolonged exposure to the sun, wind, and snow has toughened their flesh to the resilience of iron, and through additional training, a warrior can further fortify himself against these dangers, allowing him to better survive while traveling to unfamiliar lands and battling unknown foes. This conveniently dubbed "dragonskin" provides them high resistance to toxins and other environmental hazards.
One particular aspect that one could recognize is his strength and combat prowess. Working in hand with his naturally intimidating visage, it's quite a terrifying thought of having one's own arm being ripped from its socket, then beat to death with it. If he can wield both a greatsword in one hand and a normal sword in the other and sunder branches from trees and use them as clubs, who (in their right mind) would assume that Nahvariik isn't able to do the same thing to a limb? He will get right in an opponent’s face and say ‘give me your best fucking shot’ before completely humiliating them as they fall before him.
However, there is one part of him that was unique, even to other drakaani. Despite his alien and exotic origins, he is extremely charismatic, as he "could preach a bible like a preacher" and especially those of the opposite gender tend to fall for his natural charm (even though he isn't attempting to do so).
However, Nahvariik is as headstrong as they can get. There is no challenge, no fight, that he can refuse, though few (mainly Lord Morzän) can argue that this is merely a strength in disguise. It's this iron will of his (or is it unruly pride?) that generally nets him trouble in all forms, in addition to his outlandish aura.
While his intimidating form does serve him well as a strength, it's also a double-edged blade aimed at his gut. Most individuals view him as a monster, even to the point of hiring self-proclaimed "monster hunters" to claim his head, as his appearance loosely relates to myths and legends of dragons. This does tend to get annoying.
It should be worthy to note that because of his exotic origin, he fails to understand the exact meaning of most local mannerisms and such the majority of the time, though he is slowly improving on this.
"You taste that in the wind? That's called freedom, lovely."
Even knowing very little about him, one can safely assume that Nahvariik is not from the lands of Camdiere. Not just from basing his appearance on local inhabitants, but from the simple fact that there is almost never anything in the land that remotely resembles a reptilian being such as him. He claims to come from lands far to the north, yet older inhabitants of Camdiere's nations claim to know him from their youth as well. So far, there are only stories regarding this man of myth, and only a small handful of people (that are still alive) that know Nahvariik on a first-name basis.
