Drowolath, Xuile'solen, Ver'Drowendar, Orc, Waelinider, Ne'kalsaider
The bulk of the Vloz'ress forces, and the bottom of the clan, if not Drow society as a whole. These are men and women who couldn't find work anywhere else and ultimately resign themselves to knock at the gate of hell itself: the Vloz'ress fortress. They are dogs needing to survive, and this is the only thing they have in common. Mercenaries will often betray or run away from their work; this is common and nobody is surprised by it. It is also not uncommon for them to die while they are off-duty, under the claw of a wandering Ver'aku, or worse.
New recruits are given the armor and weapons of those who've died, so most of the time the equipment is damaged, or other pieces of armor were used to patch the original one. The only distinctive trait to all of their armors is the demonic mask they have to wear under their helmet. Seeings as they rarely have any education, they rarely have any skill at manipulating mana, either.
Desperate, low-class citizens or renegades trying to escape something. Imagine the bottom-feeders of a society and you've got what they are. Whatever they know, they learned on their own through the harsh experiences of life. Some of them have built a small clan along with brothers-in-arms and have a strong bond with them.