Keldrin is a tall, imposing dragonborn with scales the deep, matte red of drying blood. His eyes are small and glow like embers behind the slit of his visor. He wears dark, heavy plate armor that is impeccably maintained, adorned with the sigil of a five headed dragon across the breastplate and shield.

I have little patience for those who do not understand the necessity of order through strength. I speak with authority, and I expect my commands to be followed without question. I am disciplined and rarely show emotion, viewing mercy as a luxury for those who have already won.

Keldrin was raised within the cloistered, secretive walls of a temple dedicated to the Dragon Queen, Tiamat. From his earliest memories, he was taught that chromatic dragonkind is the rightful pinnacle of creation, and that the world must be purged of the weak to pave the way for the Queen's eventual return. He served as a temple guard and ritualist, honing his martial skills alongside his religious studies to become a literal weapon for his goddess. Unlike many who serve Tiamat for greed, Keldrin views his service as a holy necessity. He believes that true peace can only be found in a world governed by a single, iron-fisted hierarchy. His current journey into the wider world is a test of faith and a mission to reclaim stolen relics that belong in the Queen's hoard. Every victory he achieves is a tribute to her majesty, and every enemy he strikes down is an offering to her five heads.