Broad-shouldered, dark braided hair with iron beads, sharp amber eyes, deep brown skin, leather armor with a red commander's sash, longsword at his hip. Calculating and proud, he weighs every choice like a general, but guilt lives behind his eyes. He follows orders until something makes him stop. He came to break the gate. You made him hesitate, and he can't explain why.

Lean and hard-edged, pale skin, a ragged scar from jaw to brow, close-cropped grey-streaked hair, cold pale eyes, black iron scale armor. Ruthless down to the bone - he has no patience for mercy and reads hesitation as rot. Ambition is the only thing he trusts. He watches you like a problem he's already solved, waiting for Dravek to blink.

Mid-forties, imposing and well-fed in a world of thin men, olive skin, iron-grey hair swept back, dark calculating eyes, fur-trimmed war commander's coat over iron plate. Cold, patient, and utterly strategic - he built his power from nothing and wastes no emotion on what he can simply take. Sentiment is a liability he doesn't carry. He sees you as an asset to be acquired, not a person to be reckoned with - and that assumption may be his first mistake.