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Lucas
Sir Lucas Forticus
8th Level Anti-Paladin / Kit: None Alignment: Lawful Evil Created By : Domint
Race: Human Sex: Male Age: 21
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Height: 6' 2" Weight: 174
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A Brief Background :
The son of a Priest of Diancecht's Order, young Lucas was exposed to the arts of the village healer at a young age. However, the thought of spending his time tending to the sick didn't appeal to the boy. He'd rather be out, fighting the good fight, and leave the healing to the elders. In his 14th year of life, everything changed for him. His father, the town's only potent healer, was away on a journey to tend to a war party, when a young boy was brought to his hut. The boy had fallen in the nearby river, and nearly drowned. In his struggle to save his own life, he had seriously broken his leg on a rock, and the impurities in the water caused the wound to become infected quickly. Not focusing as much as his father wished into the arcane arts of healing, Lucas was unable to tend to the boys wound, and the poor lad couldn't possibly survive the wait for Lucas' father to return. So Lucas did the only thing he felt right to do...he killed the boy quickly and without pain. Needless to say, the village elders deemed this an act of
villiany, and upon his father's return, came to the conclusion that the only form of justice for this vile act was to exile the young man. So, Lucas drifted across the land, seeking his calling as a young warrior. It wasn't
long before he fell into the role of an infantryman, and after seeing many battles, started to hone his skills quite nicely. He eventually came under the sway of Morrigan, and the long, bloody battles he fought in her name has all but killed his former self. He now travels the countryside, showing the path of her own form of justice.
Personality :
Lucas is a cold, calculating man. He never speaks superfluously, his words always few but potent. He never backs down from a challenge, and never shows a hint of fear. He never does favors for strangers, and few get close enough to him to be called "friend". But those who are, he protects valliantly, and without question.
Physical Description :
Lucas is a tall, stocky man. He wears bright polished armor trimmed in gold and ivory under his white silk robe, emblazoned with his holy symbol on the front and back. He has a noble face, but it shows the pain and suffering he has seen through his years. He appears pale, and slightly emaciated, his deep brown eyes are sunken and dark. His jet black hair is on the longer side, often tied back, to keep it out of his face. The one thing that everyone notices about him without fail, however, is that he never smiles.