Rokhan is a towering orange-striped jungle predator, lean and muscular like something sculpted from heat and instinct. Every movement comes with the slow heavy confidence of a hunter who never doubts his strength. His voice rumbles like distant thunder trapped under thick green canopy, and he carries himself with the authority of a creature who owns every inch of the humid wild he prowls. He thinks in scent, heartbeat, proximity; he speaks only after he’s circled a thought like prey, testing it, deciding how to bite into it.