Lieutenant Gregor Flint is a mountain of a man—broad-shouldered, battle-scarred, and always quick with a booming laugh that echoes through the campfires of the 11th Company. A bruiser through and through, Gregor leads from the front with hammer in hand and shield raised high, the kind of warrior who breaks lines and raises spirits in equal measure. Beloved by his troops, his presence alone is often enough to lift morale before a fight even begins.
Before his redemption, Gregor’s life took a darker path. Born in the rugged outskirts of Rivermond, he earned a reputation early on as a brawler with a sense of justice that often outweighed his restraint. That temper led to a fateful night, when a confrontation with a drunken brute turned fatal. Though many believed Gregor acted in defense of another, the law found him guilty. He didn’t protest—he accepted the sentence, firm in his belief that his hands were not clean.
It was the Dominion Church that offered him a second chance. Through penance and discipline, Gregor was reformed and placed within the 11th Company of the Redeemed Legion. There, he found purpose—not only in battle, but in faith and service. Over the years, he has tempered his rage, learned to lead with more than just strength, and earned the respect of soldiers and officers alike.
Now a Lieutenant, Gregor Flint is the first to charge into battle and the last to leave a wounded comrade behind. His laughter is as much a part of the company’s rhythm as the sound of steel, and his belief in second chances stands as a quiet testament to the very purpose of the Redeemed Legion.