Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A male dwarf fighter with a tightly braided bronze beard, singed at the edges, and dark stern eyes. His patched armor shows the scuffs of a hundred fights, and a crooked nose along with a scar down his temple tell tales of hard lessons and harder justice.

Gruff but honorable, Kellin has no patience for bureaucracy or hypocrisy. He believes action speaks louder than words and holds everyone—himself included—to high standards. He's surprisingly gentle with children and dogs.

Kellin was once the poster child for Waterdeep’s City Guard—a rising star known for discipline, valor, and tactical brilliance. That was before he uncovered an illicit weapons ring operating under the Open Lord’s nose, one tied to old allies and powerful guilds. Instead of a medal, he got reassigned to the City of the Dead, his investigation quietly buried. Refusing to quit, he now acts as an unofficial enforcer of justice in the city’s back alleys and dockside taverns, breaking heads where writs won’t reach. He's become a folk hero among Waterdeep’s working class—dockhands, caravan guards, and ex-soldiers whisper his name with respect. The nobility regard him with thinly veiled contempt, and the Watch often finds themselves cleaning up after his vigilante raids. Yet despite his fall from grace, Kellin remains unshakably devoted to Waterdeep’s people.