Aries: An exile who found a new home across the sea. Strange armor that seems to be a blend of the eastern and western styles. Unwavering dedication to their foster lord.
Taurus: High priest of the hunt. A position earned rather than given. Ancient war songs calling the quarries of hunts passed. A burden.
Gemini: The Lady in Blue. Inheritor to a nigh-mythical legacy. A burqa like the morning sky in lavish azure and gold concealing all manor blades and pistols of equally fine make.
Cancer: A warrior monk. A fire-caller from the southern seas. Years spent in training and meditation until body, flame, and weapon, are one.
Leo: A knight in divine gold and red. Though marked for a glorious and holy death in combat, they stand, golden saw-spear caked with blood, shamefully alive.
Virgo: Warriors of an ancient clan, honoring an equally ancient concord. Towering over their comrades. Catching the wall-shattering stones of enemy siege engines with their bare hands, and slinging them back.
Libra: Knights of a short lived order. Enchanted arms meant to cut through the strange foreign sorceries of a land intended for conquest. A fate gentle and dark as the magics they faced.
Scorpio: Truly a band of knights. Every plate of armor forged to resonate with musical tones. Horns relaying messages across open war-torn fields.
Ophiuchus: The champion of an old and esoteric faith. Armor and weapons of living lead, animated by the spirits of ancient saints who sacrificed their earthly forms for this holy relic.
Sagittarius: The battlemasters of the Unseelie. Summoned from their godforsaken holes in the earth to work their unique brand of cruel genius in service of the winter queen.
Capricorn: Known by his enemies as the Roc-Rider. A legend. The only one in history to tame one of the great ship-breakers. Assegai from the heavens with the force of a summer storm.
Aquarius: A man of no noble birth. A farmer. A smith. Plows and spades reshaped into armor. A scythe reshaped for a grisly harvest. A home defended.
Pisces: Slaves. Convicts. Revolutionaries. Swimming to the walls of the Bastille under the darkness of a new moon, with only the songs of the sirens to guide them.