I've created a music theme playlist for him on Spotify. You can listen to that here.

A broad form, muscled in build and looming in stature,
comes into view. It presents a deep, mud-brown color,
with each inch coated in the core of earth.

This being is reptile-like—a dracthyr, laced in grit and grime,
from the top of a short-horned head to the bottom of those
heavy, taloned feet.

Every inch is dressed in natural dirt.

Such is married to the scent of soil, a shroud he strides in,
without a care in the world. Yet, despite it all, that smile
—an expression he often shows—is spread across that
mud-dressed maw, surprisingly clean and laden
with rows.

They're sharp, draconic teeth, each a pearly white and pleasant
to perceive. That stark opposition contrasts with his broad,
marshy impression—a 'clash of prestige.'

Where one meets his mineral muck, a medley of mysteries too
microscopic to measure, they glimpse his eyes, a striking
ivory that reflects light.