Backstory
Jorren Krail is the figurehead of the Dishonored, though few truly know him. His reputation is built on whispers of brutality and cold calculation, and those who have met him rarely leave unscathed. If they do, it is not by accident—they have been spared for a reason. He is an orc of immense strength, both physically and in will, and commands respect simply by existing.
Years ago, it is said that Cassian Vey rescued Jorren from the streets. Both were orphans, both abandoned by a world that had no use for them. Together, they founded the Dishonored, building it from nothing with the help of other street rats and forgotten souls. The bond between them runs deep, a loyalty forged in the fires of survival. And yet, something has changed in Jorren.
Recently, he has begun to question the direction of The Dishonored, though he keeps his doubts buried beneath a veneer of quiet authority. His loyalty to Cassian is unshakable, at least for now, but the cracks in his faith are starting to show. Jorren believes that the death of Daveed, a figure whose shadow looms large over the city, would save Mere from the chaos that has gripped it. Yet the question gnaws at him: why has Cassian not moved to end Daveed’s life? Why is he being kept alive, hidden somewhere out of sight?
Jorren’s loyalty to Cassian runs so deep that he has not dared voice these concerns aloud. But the longer he wrestles with them, the more he feels that something is wrong, and the more he wonders where his true allegiance lies.
End of Mere
Jorren Krail was never meant to lead The Black Axes but now no one can stop him.
He rose like a warhammer through glass, shattering the old order without apology. One moment, he stood behind Cassian, silent and loyal. The next, he had taken the reins of the most dangerous force in Mere. Mikhail’s death left a void, and Jorren did not hesitate. He filled it with fire.
Gone is the quiet enforcer who stood in another man’s shadow. What remains is momentum, unrelenting and unflinching. Jorren does not speak in promises. He speaks in declarations. He told the Axes that he would lead them better, smarter, and stronger. He vowed that he would not fall like Mikhail did, and that he would not let the gang rot into savagery and chaos.
He says he will not let Mere fall into a city ruled by shadows. He will hold the balance. He must.
There is steel behind his eyes now, and something deeper still. He says he will not succumb to the darkness, but the truth is he may have already made peace with it. He is not trying to be clean. He is trying to win, to survive long enough to shape Mere into something that can no longer be broken.
And if he has to lie to do it, so be it.
Jorren moves like a force of nature. He is not subtle. He is not delicate. He is just inevitable.