Name: Caim Caerleon
Who You Are: Captain of the Guard
Caim started out as a dirt poor orphan living on the streets of the city, with nothing to his name but the retched assembly of rags on his back. He grew up hard, learning how to be cunning, stealing his evening meals from the baker and his clothes from the tailor. He learned how to be ruthless, stabbing his best friends in the back to get at their collections of gold. He learned to be relentless, never succumbing to the cold of winters outdoors on freezing stone slabs or the multiple attempts on his life by the other street rats.
When he finally came of age, he joined the army of King Amiran, quickly impressing his superiors, which were mostly of noble birth. Although it seemed that he would advance no further than captain of a platoon, fate intervened and he seized on the opportunity just as he had learned to through his rough childhood. When the captain of the king's cavalry was killed in combat, Caim himself took the fallen man's horse and rallied the charge, leading the troops to victory. For his service he was granted a small plot of land and an extremely minor peerage, still, this was enough to be exploited because he was, even if only barely, a noble.
Just as he had done with the orphans, Caim began to play political rivalries in the upper classes against one another, carrying out and having others carry out a long list of assassinations that saw him claim more and more land as well as larger and larger titles, until finally everyone caught on to the fact that it was a bad idea to mess with him. Using the nobles fear, he leveraged this into a position as Captain of the King's guard, running the elite regiment with an iron fist, brooking no failure or outside interference. The soldiers answered to him, and him only and the only person he answered to was the king.
Extra: In the aforementioned cavalry engagement, Caim lost his left eye to an open wound and later infection.