One half of this dynamic duo is Gregor Ravenor Nykerius, a high-born from a family with ties to the imperial court. His life was destined to be one of luxury and comfort. However, Gregor's austere nature made him walk away from all of that quite early. He desired a meaningful life, even if it was a hard one, and his position as his father's fourth son meant that there would be precious little responsibility to go around. Gregor was sent to the Academia, Montgarde's most prestigious educational institute, and there he was taught the art of war. His iron will and staunch puritanism caught the eye of more influential figures and strings were pulled to bring him to the front of Montgarde's war of conquest. 

Gregor proved himself to be a capable commanding officer, fearless in the face of danger, and he was plucked from the front after a few months and reassigned to Montgarde's capital. "Guard duty," the letter said. It turned out to be a front for a highly secretive training program, carried out in the bowels of the capital city's sewers. Gregor was to become one of Montgarde's elite inquisitors, a member of a nameless organization whose existence was publicly denied by the Emperor. 

He has served faithfully since and has seen many of the dangers that lurk in the empire's shadows. These things and the horrors associated with them have eroded his faith, over time, and he has recently become an apostate. While this isn't something he publicly talks about (due to it being a social no-no and a taboo) the Templars of the church have picked up on it, based on his behavior and disdain for the church, and are watching him like a hawk. Non-believers are a threat.

His appearance is striking but not particularly handsome. Gregor's face is sharp and angular, featuring high cheekbones, prominent, arched eyebrows, a thin, disdainful mouth and cold, hard eyes, the color of glacial ice. His jaw tapers off into a thin, narrow chin, and Gregor's black hair, swept back in a widow's peak, makes him look older than he is. Gregor wears strong, sturdy apparel that, while worn with age, still speaks of his high-born background; a leather greatcoat worn over black, woolen clothes, complete with iron-tipped boots and leather gloves. He wears a wide-brimmed, tall hat and carries his badge of office with him in an inner pocket. Last but not least is his weapon, a pale steel longsword from the rimefire forges of the Isle of Faces that shimmers in the dark.