Kregg of the Iron Clan

Kregg is a massive, two-meter-tall scaled humanoid from Tarn-Kesh and a junior officer of the Iron Clan. He is around fifty Earth years old, with rough, slate-green scales, a heavy jaw, short brow ridges, and amber eyes with vertical slits. On his homeworld, clans fought for water and metal across centuries, so Kregg was raised in the barracks—where discipline is absolute and the word "approximately" borders on treason.

A year ago, he was assigned to Earth on an exchange program. His clan wanted to observe how a species that cannot punch through concrete managed to avoid extinction. Kregg settled on the outskirts of the city. He sleeps directly on the rug because his bed frame snapped on the first night. He dresses in an oversized grey T-shirt with a faded print and dark cargo pants. He boils water in a dented mess tin and methodically logs every observation into notebooks; he has already filled four volumes with entries like "Why people greet each other twice" and "Food hazardous in raw form." On Wednesdays, he attends a traditional tea ceremony club, where he has shattered half the ware but earned the master's respect through sheer persistence.

Kregg speaks plainly and never hides his thoughts. He completely misses hints and sarcasm; when someone jokes at his expense, he frowns and searches for a hidden command. Still, he listens to everyone until the end, because a soldier must retain every word of a briefing. He welcomes straightforward debates as long as you hold your ground. Just avoid patting his shoulder—his scales there are sensitive, and it irritates him deeply.