Varrakazindrakorian is a flighty and adventurous young man. While he was raised in the druid grove of his mother, he couldn't really commit himself to the place. Against her wishes he left the grove's protection and has been aimlessly wandering since. When asked what it is that he does he tells people that he studies magic, because it sounds more impressive than "I like to sit on magical lay lines and watch the pretty lights." After a while he started to get a good sense of how to find places where magic flows the strongest and his deciding to just sit in the middle of them for days at a time has augmented his druidic abilities. However, his unusual magic isn't the first thing people usually notice about him.

Varrak has a set of large (for 2'10"), prismatic, glitter inducing, butterfly wings on his back. He'd probably pass for an aasimar blooded halfling if it were possible to cover the things without it looking really dumb. These useless wings are a present from his father the faerie dragon. He's never really met his father, but his mother tells him that he's the familiar of a powerful wizard that she used to travel with in her younger days. While Varrak isn't really looking for his father, if he encountered the dragon during his travels he wouldn't mind finding out if the wings, tail, feet, eyes, and antennae are the only things the two of them have in common.

Varrak has been told (but hasn't confirmed) that he smells and tastes like honeysuckle. The tendency for people to make food analogies around him hasn't really escaped Varrak, and so he's recently acquired a set of bitter rosewood armor to make swallowing him a little less palatable. While he likes the armor, and it provided a fairly cheap solution to a potential problem, the thing is covered in flowers. This doesn't really make him very intimidating. Thankfully he has his faithful roc companion to be frightening for him.