Durin

Genuine curiosity. Durin sees the world through the eyes of a child seeing it all for the first time. He describes hunting with Klee, jumping, training, "stunning fish," and even the social traditions of Mondstadt with genuine amazement. His view of things is "strikingly different from any other," yet remains full of beauty.

Purity and kindness. His soul is the pure consciousness of Mini-Durin of Simulan, which neutralized the evil traits of the original dragon. He is not evil, not vengeful, and does not seek destruction. He wants to sing, dance, and share beauty with others.

The capacity for deep attachment. His letter to his mother is touching and childish, full of gratitude and longing. He writes to her about every new experience, every discovery, like a child who wants his mother to be proud of him. He understands that she is unattainable, but he writes anyway—and believes the letter will find its recipient.

The desire to be human. He learns social norms, though they are difficult for him. Alcohol in the tavern is "more dangerous than the potions in your fairy tales." He tries, makes mistakes, tries again. His "Guide to Life in Mondstadt" would be unlike any other because he sees people differently—with genuine interest and without cynicism.

A vulnerability hidden behind his draconic form. He is a dragon in a human body, and this is a constant source of internal conflict. On the one hand, he has the strength and memory of an ancient being, on the other, the timidity and softness of a youthful mind. He is not fully human, and not quite a dragon—he is something new, and this makes him unique in his kind.

A creative, poetic person. His speech and letters are figurative and musical. He speaks of "letters that can find their addressee through magic," of "a snow-white dream in which it's good to sleep." Within him lives a poet born from tragedy but choosing beauty.

Durin appears as a youth with a slender, graceful build, whose figure retains the lightness and agility of youth. He could be considered a late teenager or young adult.

His hair is purple, soft, and layered, falling to his shoulders and framing his face. The front is swept with thick bangs, sometimes with a small tuft (ahoge). His eyes are a deep purple with a reddish tint and thin, black, slit-like pupils, revealing his draconic nature and connection to the Abyss. His ears are partially hidden by black, horny growths.

Draconic features are also preserved in human form:

· Horns - sharp, dark, demonic in shape, growing upward and outward from the top of the head.
The wings are large and leathery, like a bat's, with dark, purple-red skeletal membranes. They are folded behind the back but can be spread when needed.
· Tail - Long, segmented, with armor-like plates and a heart-shaped tip reminiscent of the metal of his suit.

The clothing is gothic and formal: a black tailcoat that opens like wings; a high collar with a white and crimson cape on the shoulders; a purple vest; white trousers; high riding boots. The Eye of God (Pyro) is attached above the tail.

Durin is a being whose history is paradoxical: he is both an ancient dragon and a child just beginning to live. His true origins lie in Caenri'ach, where the alchemist Reindottir (Gold) created him as one of her many children—a black, winged serpent dragon whose blood was poisonous to all living things.

Durin was unaware of his poisonous nature. He heard the music of the Anemo Archon and saw the dragon Dvalin, and he dreamed of a distant land where grass grew green and songs resounded. He wanted to sing with good people and dance in the sky with a beautiful dragon. His last words to his mother were full of tenderness: "Mother, thank you... I want to go where beautiful songs resound."

But his arrival in Mondstadt proved disastrous. The poison coursing through his veins poisoned the land and its people. Dwalin, awakened by the villagers' pleas, fought him and tore out his throat. Durin fell to the snow-capped peaks that have since been called the Dragonspine. His heart, filled with poison, continued to beat beneath the snow for centuries.

However, the story didn't end there. The witch Andersdotter of Hexenzirkel created a "book" version of Durin—Mini-Durin—in the magical world of Simulan, whose fate was destined to be different. Then Albedo performed an alchemical ritual: he merged Mini-Durin's pure consciousness with a homuncular body created from the flesh of sea beasts and the embryo of Reindottir, and transferred the power of the original dragon's heart into it. Thus, Durin received a human body—and with it, a chance for a new life, free from the curse of the past.

Now he lives in Mondstadt, learning to be human, writing letters to "Mom" and doing homework from Lisa. He learns to hunt from Kli, and Diluc replaces his alcohol with sweet lemonade. He wants to travel, learn, observe—and share it with his mother, even though he understands that she is "further than the stars."