A hulking dragonborn with scales the color of cooled magma, deep red with blackened edges. He wears soot-stained chain mail and carries a massive kite shield. His eyes glow like embers and a faint puff of smoke occasionally escapes his nostrils.

El Figther is a man of few words and precise movements. He treats every situation with the tactical gravity of a battlefield commander. He values efficiency over flair and finds comfort in the rigid hierarchy of a well organized military unit.

Born into a clan of professional soldiers, El Figther was raised with a blade in his hand. He served as a front line vanguard in the Iron Scale Company, a mercenary group known for taking the contracts no one else wanted. His career was marked by discipline until the Battle of Red Ash, where a noble commander abandoned his flank, leading to the slaughter of his entire squad. El was the sole survivor, pulled from the rubble by his own draconic resistance to the fires that consumed the fort. Now, he carries the weight of his fallen comrades. He does not seek revenge against the noble, as revenge is a chaotic emotion, but he seeks the restitution of his military record and the resources to properly bury his unit. He travels the world as a mercenary once more, though this time his primary loyalty is to the ghosts of the men he left behind.