Iados stands tall and rigid, his dark red skin often covered in the soot of travel and the gray of his heavy chain mail. His horns are thick and curve back over his scalp like a helmet. He has sharp, disciplined features and golden eyes that rarely blink. He wears the faded tabard of a royal guard over his armor, and his shield is kept immaculately polished despite its many dents.

Iados is the definition of stoic. He speaks in short, direct sentences and rarely offers his opinion unless it pertains to the immediate safety of his charges. He views himself as a living tool for his superiors and believes that personal feelings are a luxury that a soldier cannot afford. He values discipline and punctuality above all else.

Iados was raised within the rigid structures of the royal military, a place where his tiefling heritage was ignored as long as his sword was sharp and his shield was steady. He quickly rose to become a dedicated protector of the monarchy, finding a sense of belonging in the absolute clarity of his orders. He does not concern himself with the righteousness of the crown, only the survival of the bloodline. To him, the world is a chaotic place that can only be tamed through the loyalty of the shield wall. He once spent three days standing watch over a fallen prince in a blizzard, refusing to move until relieved by a superior officer. Even now, far from the capital, he treats every companion as a high priority asset to be guarded until his last breath. He has no home other than the post he is currently assigned to, and he finds peace in the heavy weight of his armor.