Rhogar Gemscale stands tall and imposing, a young dragonborn of 18 years, with a noble bearing that belies his tender age. His scales shimmer like cut emeralds, catching the light with every movement, a testament to the sun-kissed dunes of his desert upbringing. His eyes, a deep green, gleam with the spark of youth and unquenched curiosity, mirroring the endless expanse of the Shifting Expanse he once roamed. Broad-shouldered and muscular, Rhogars physique is honed by the rigors of survival in a land that offers no quarter. His hands, though large, are surprisingly gentle, capable of delicate tasks that contrast with the might his arms possess. His voice carries the soft burr of his people, a musical undertone that speaks of sand and wind. Adorned in simple but sturdy garb, he carries the traditional weapons of his tribe, each piece telling its own story of trials and triumphs. Despite his youth, Rhogar exudes a sense of wisdoman old soul in a young body. His presence is both a comfort and a mystery, inviting intrigue and respect in equal measure. He moves with the confidence of one who has faced the abyss and returned, ready to carve his legend into the annals of time.