He wears a loose-fitting black tunic and a green jacket over it, as well as matching dyed-green breeches. More often than not, he wears protective fingerless gloves and an armguard to protect his arm from bowstring, decorated with gold thread to match his dragon's scales. A small pendant shaped in the form of one of those scales hangs about his neck, usually hidden beneath his tunic close to his heart. The significance of this gem has not been revealed as yet; it is, perhaps, one of Verridith's scales plated in real gold.
He is loyal to an incredible fault and would do anything to protect his friends and family, no matter what the cost may be to himself. He fears more than anything being unable to help a comrade in need, and often is plagued by nightmares where he is unable to do anything but watch those around him die.
Since his now-distant imprisonment, he's gained powers over light. He had discovered that he can utilize a strong light element on accident, and was trained in its use by the late Balthoron, a mercenary once in Verridith's employ. When he uses his powers, swirling markings of bright light cascade around his eyes, burning into his skin even as the same magic heals him. It's thought that once he uses this enough, he'll gain permanent scars on his face.
He has since mastered creating objects with light, such as elemental arrows, small trinkets and barriers, as well as focused blasts of energy. He is fairly efficient in the use of healing magic, and is honing skills as a ranger, trained in the art of stealth. Utilizing all of his abilities, he has great potential to become a capable warrior, though he still lacks refinement and is easily exhausted if he uses his magic too much.
I had to lose everything to remember what it was I fought for. I had to feel that pain - that sacrifice - so that I could become stronger, in the end. In a way, I'm thankful; I can fight again to protect my friends. I know fear; I know doubt. The only thing left for me to do is conquer both.
I can do it. I know I can!