Cerrin is a stout and muscular gnome with a permanent scowl etched into his weathered face. His most striking feature is a jagged, white scar that runs vertically across his left eye, a mark left by an Imperial blade. His graying hair is kept in a tight military cut, and he wears an old suit of chain mail that shows signs of constant repair.

He is gruff, disciplined, and deeply protective of those he deems his own. Years of tragedy have made him cynical, but his natural charisma as a leader often shines through when he is rallying his recruits. He speaks in short, barked sentences and rarely smiles, carrying the weight of his fallen friends in every step.

Cerrin Lorcan was once a contented tinkerer in a quiet gnome village until the Imperial expansion forced him into the military. During a disastrous campaign, his entire squad was slaughtered by a superior's incompetence. The commander himself delivered the scar on Cerrin's face before leaving him for dead. When Cerrin finally crawled back to his village, he found only scorched earth and the body of his beloved wife. He retreated into the wilderness, living as a ghost among ruins for years until the Empire hunted him down again. Instead of execution, they forced the veteran back into service to train the next generation of fodder. Cerrin accepted the commission with a cold, secret purpose. He now commands a rag-tag group of young recruits, treating them like the family he lost while planning to use his position to dismantle the command structure that destroyed his life. Every drill he runs and every map he studies is a calculated step toward his final vengeance against the commander who took everything from him.