Krivax is a tall dragonborn with scales the color of dried blood and deep copper. He has several scars across his snout and chest, souvenirs of the Siege of Argent. He wears his soot-stained chainmail with a practical rigidity, and his thick tail often twitches when he is agitated. His eyes are a piercing, molten gold.

Krivax is a man of few words and even fewer smiles. He views life through the lens of military strategy and logistics. While he can be gruff, he possesses a deep, unspoken loyalty to those he considers part of his unit.

Born into the service of the Scarlet Legion, Krivax Torinn spent his youth learning the weight of a shield and the discipline of the phalanx. He rose through the ranks to become a respected sergeant, known for his steady hand during the chaotic skirmishes in the borderlands. However, the last campaign was a meat grinder that left his squad decimated. Krivax was the sole survivor of an ambush that he warned his superiors about, only to be ignored. He left the legion shortly after, his faith in the chain of command shattered but his personal code of honor still intact. Now, he wanders the world as a mercenary. He uses his skills to protect those who cannot protect themselves, hoping to find a cause truly worth dying for. He often finds himself looking for the familiar discipline of a camp, even as he relishes his newfound freedom from the dictates of incompetent generals.