Captain of the Guard, Gregor of Murkatva

Gregor turns to stare at you as your are brought into his office. His eyes heavy and dull, skin thick with years of sun damage from walking beats throughout the city. "Sit down" he grumbles, sliding some papers around on his desk as you figure out where each of you wishes to sit.
Thirty minutes later, you leave his office, your brain feeling like a sponge that has been expertly wrung dry of every useful bit of information. Stunned, you piece together that his appearance is but one tool in an impressive array that he uses with utmost precision in keeping his city safe. With a newfound respect, you realize that he may be one of the most insightful and thoughtful guardsmen you've ever met.

Current Location

Murkatva: City of Precarious Balance

Year of Birth

4992 AF 31 Years old

Circumstances of Birth

Rumored to be the bastard son of Wilfrid Calihan

Eyes

Dull, heavy and probably brown

Hair

If a brown bird made a red nest in a silver birch? Yeah, it's a bit of a mess that looks to be occasionally hacked at with a knife.

Height

5'9"

Weight

220lbs