Pronounced [Lor - hum - at']
The youngest of the elder dragons of Majarcania, Lorhumat was born the runt of the litter. Whereas his siblings are the size of large cities, Lorhumat is barely taller than an ogre. What he lacks in physical strength and size, he makes up for in his mental faculties. Lorhumat is easily the smartest and wisest of the dragons of Majarcania. His thick skin is covered in white fur except for his wings and the end of his tail which have white feathers. His claws are crystal clear and appear as glass, though they are harder than diamond. Within his sapphire-colored eyes is a faint glow that gives those who see him for the first time a moment of pause.
Known to spend his days wandering the world and sometimes the universe collecting knowledge, especially about magic, Lorhumat is a consummate shapeshifter. It is only in his home, the great library of Novarill, that he prefers his true form.
Lorhumat is constantly calculating which translates often into the appearance of quiet detachment from what is going on around him. However, he is extraordinarily perceptive, able even to pierce most magical deceptions to get to the truth of a matter. Quick of wit, fond of layered humor, and kind-hearted, Lorhumat is beloved by most everyone who knows him. He has few real enemies. His only failing, from the perspective of Majarcania, is his oft absence from the world as he chases some new learning on distant worlds.