Yvar was a blue-skinned humanoid with hair the color and consistency of seaweed, and a perpetual frown that implied he was none too happy about it. He was clad in tarnished, ancient armor, and wielded trident like the tired cliche he was. His posture, slouched, his eyes, bright and narrowed, and his teeth, sharper than any prongs on his weapon.

The triton spared any pleasantry it could think of, and spoke with a bubbling voice that echoed with his caustic tone.