Verexilias, thin silverscale, a coastal village

Thou art Verexilias, or Vere to your friends. Thou art thin, if one is being polite or diplomatic, or scrawny if one is not. Despite thy species' reputation for brute physical strength, thy has never done much to cultivate it - and why would one, when one can freeze an assailant in his tracks with but a word, or a breath?

Thy scales are silver, like a coat of overlapping coins, and they provide about as much protection. They mark thine self out as a descendant of one of the dragon-kings, via direct and less-diluted blood, from the times when they coupled with their subjects. It is not the colour of thy scales that indicates this, but the brightness - others, whose descent from thy draconic ancestor is more distant, have dull, almost faded scales, but thy scales shine like newly-minted coins.

Beautiful as they may be, thine scales are not the best for blending into the terrain of thy new home. Thou hast accepted the role of Mage-Protector of Jaimouth, a small village built on the edge of the Sea of Stars, atop a large rocky outcrop. Thy home is a tower, rebuilt from ruins, which sits at the very tip of the outcrop, anchored by magic.