Torinn stands a full six feet tall with powerful shoulders and burnished bronze scales that glisten like metal in the sun. He has sharp amber eyes that seem to evaluate every threat, and a distinct scar runs across his left horn from a mace blow. He wears thick chain mail and carries a heavy kite shield emblazoned with a faded golden dragon emblem.

Torinn is a man of few words and strict discipline. He treats every situation with the gravity of a military operation and values efficiency above all. He is stoic in the face of pain and expects the same from his companions.

Torinn was once a captain in the elite Golden Legion of the dragonborn homelands. He spent a decade defending the borders from mountain raiders, earning his rank through merit and unwavering obedience to the code of war. His world shattered during the Siege of the Broken Vale, where a superior officer accepted a bribe to lead Torinn's unit into a killing field. Only a handful survived the slaughter. Torn between his loyalty to the military structure and his hatred for the man who betrayed him, Torinn chose to go AWOL. He now lives as a wanderer, carrying the tattered banner of his fallen squad in his pack. He seeks to find the commander who sold them out, not for vengeance, but to ensure that the soldier’s code is finally upheld. He considers his current companions his new platoon and guards them with the fierce protection of a commander who has already lost too much.