Lucas Léonide BlaiseAge 26 | Height 6''0 | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Blonde | Eyes Gold | Complexion Fair skinned
This male appears to be between five foot nine and six feet, he is clad in scaled-mail baring the symbol of St Cuthbert; god of retribution. His hair is blonde reaching down as far as the edge of his ears with no curls or knots, though the subtle glint of oil portrays a lack of hygiene. Rounded features specifically around his nose, chin, and eyes give the impression that his origins are initially human, despite his unusual birth as an Aasimar.
His equipment consists of the aforementioned scaled-mail which is strapped over a green doublet with a second layer of brown leathers. His shoulders carry the straps of a backpack that appears to be full of various odds and ends; the outer layer consisting of iron buckles, a bedroll, and waterskin all strapped neatly against the burlap folds. His belt has two pouches that lay strapped shut, just beyond them is the hilt of a battleaxe on his right side. | "My Speech" | 'My thoughts' | My actions.
Male Lawful Good Lesser Aasimar 1, Level 1, Init 3, HP 12/12, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 13, Flat-footed 16, Fort 4, Ref 3, Will 2, Base Attack Bonus +1
Abilities Str 14, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14
Conditions None
Maneuver Grid
| Known Maneuvers | Numerical Value |
| CRUSADER’S STRIKE | 1 |
| VANGUARD STRIKE | 2 |
| STONE BONES | 3 |
| LEADING THE ATTACK | 4 |
| CHARGING MINOTAUR | 5 |
"I appreciate your due respects, but they are unnecessary. The house has fallen into a swift decline, it has been nearly three decades since anyone has had any hand in correcting such errors" He pauses, placing his left hand upon his chin; both his index finger and thumb wrapped firmly along his jawline. "At least, that is what I have been led to believe..now, from what everyone else has had to say it seems I am not the only one who has suffered sleepless nights at the hand of strange visions, quite strange." He considered for a moment what this could mean, both for himself and his family house. Though, his thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of the elderly man - a noble if he were to believe the crude introductions of the tavern patrons.
Lucas offers a polite half-bow, releasing his chin to assume the correct poise necessary for due respects. He tried not to think about how old the gentleman may be, despite his obviously degrading health.