Yes, two more. Go myself. Not like anyone cares.

Name: n (Carrotan name), Zero (original name)
Age: 75
Gender: Male
*Species: Milian
Alignment: Good
Personality: The first of an artificially created, genetically modified race of creatures inhabiting the planet Mil, n, then known as Zero, was originally bred to be the King of the Milians. However, when one of the projects influencing his life went awry, and he was regretfully told the story of his unnatural birth, n fled Mil as soon as he could, and put as much distance between himself and his home planet as his personal fighter could. He eventually found Carrotus, which was the first planet he could believe was calm enough for him to survive in peace, but hectic enough to suitably hide him from anyone trying to find him. However, n got word not long afterward that One, the second Milian in line for the title of King, was planning to expand Milian territory by taking over planet after planet, as far as Milian civilization could reach. Now, standing steadfast for the safety of Carrotus, n’s single priority is to stop One before he goes too far; or, failing that, to end One’s rule once and for all.
The easiest way to describe n is straightforward. He never talks in circles, and he is never enigmatic: he speaks only the truth, or does not speak at all. He follows commands to their utmost, and carries them out as quickly and efficiently as he can; however, once having been the ruler of an entire planet, he knows how to effectively give orders, as well as take them.
Appearance: n’s seven-foot-tall, muscular body is covered in brown and tan scales, as is his short tail. His eyes glow a bright green, which makes it somewhat disconcerting to look him in the eye. He usually wears inconspicuous body armour, which resembles black leather, but is actually some hundred times as strong. There are blade-like spikes on his knuckles, elbows, and knees, as well as lethally sharp claws on his fingers, but he rarely risks actively getting close enough to an enemy to use them, favouring his artificial Milian armaments instead.
Weapons: n carries standard Milian weaponry, which consists of a sniper rifle/crossbow hybrid called a boltgun, and a large, powerful assault rifle, slightly modified for greater accuracy.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “I think not.”

Name: One
Age: 74
Gender: Male?
*Species: Milian
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The tyrannical Milian King One rules with an icy heart and an iron fist, and uses his power to decimate any uprisings among those below him. He aspires to turn a potentially peaceful civilization into an entirely military society in order to establish a first step in amassing an army too strong and swift to be stopped by any average enemy, and plans to use this army to take over as many nearby systems as he can before his reign of terror is eventually drawn to a close.
Despite the fact that he realizes he can be classified as a typical maniacal emperor, One considers himself different from others of his kind in that he has studied the errors of those before him and taken precautionary measures to ensure that he does not make those same mistakes. He could be thought of as paranoid, but it is worth mentioning that no Milian, Carrotan, or otherwise has even had a shot at stopping him since he rose to power.
Appearance: Standing at eight and a half feet tall, One’s body is covered in tawny scales, like those of his predecessor, n. Also, like n, One is adorned with spikes on his elbows, knuckles, and knees, as well as the sharp claws on his fingertips. One’s protective body armour is quite a few levels up from the standard, owing to the fact that he is, of course, a king; instead of the traditional black, One’s armour is royal blue, with a silver chevron along its front, denoting his kingship.
Weapons: Like n, and all other Milian troops, One carries a boltgun and a Milian assault rifle. However, he has also made use of a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher more than once in battle.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “I could have you executed even for thinking that.”

Name: Erika “Skyborne” Welkin
Age: 198
Gender: Female
*Species: Dragon
Alignment: Mercenary?
Personality: Nobody really knows where Skyborne came from, or much about her at all; she simply seems to have appeared out of the sky one day and decided to make herself at home on Carrotus. Living peacefully within a dormant volcano near the edge of the Rockius mountain range, Skyborne is not an immediate threat to everyday life on Carrotus unless provoked, which is usually due to some nosy explorers encroaching on her territory.
When it comes to battle, Skyborne is not so much a mercenary as she is a gun nut; in layman’s terms, she’ll fight for whoever has the most, best, or biggest toys. She acts this way because, unlike other dragons, she lacks the ability to breathe fire, and feels it necessary to compensate for this shortcoming.
Skyborne is but a child at heart, enjoying her life to its fullest and usually having fun on her own. She has friends among the Carrotan populace, and often visits them when she is lonely. She is not easily offended by anything; however, she will seek retribution if something befalls one of her friends.
Appearance: Skyborne’s scales are a sky-blue colour, and her ventral scales, as with her small horns, back ridges, and tail barbs, are a glossy white. Her eyes shine a light green-yellow when she is not aggravated, but they become a bright, burning orange when she is. The very tip of her tail is a silvery tone.
Weapons: Skyborne uses whatever the most powerful weapon is that her allies have to offer. She can, but usually does not, use her teeth, claws, and tail as melee armament.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Whoo, this gun is almost as big as I am! …I like it!”

EDIT: Added One.