Standing before you with a slight slump is what should be a silver dragonborn but his scales are worn down and scorched by enough exposure to flame to permanently tinge them with a burnt color and leave them without luster. He wears half plate, a shield, and a longsword, all of fine craftsmanship and far better condition than their owner.

This person was impressive once upon a time. You can tell. Even slouching he towers over most people around, but his body isn't the juggernaut one expects of his kind. It was once, but now it is too broken, too battered. His eyes convey great knowledge and experience, and weight on his soul. Even if he looks straight into your eyes, sometimes it seems he's looking at nothing, maybe his past instead of his present.

This is a broken man kept moving just because his training won't let him fall over and die.