Race: Half Elf, Frost Touched
Origin: The Riverlands of Myria
Height: 6'7" or 72 inches or like 206 Cm (wherever you from dog idk)
Eyes: faint Violet
Hair: His hair is a deep, dusky black with faint strands of crimson threaded through like veins of dried blood in obsidian. It's swept back from his brow in rough, uneven layers, not out of vanity but practicality, as though cut by hand with a dull knife. The style exposes his sharp features and hardened gaze, and when the light catches it just right, the crimson hints shimmer like dying embers in a forge.
Weapons: Rough worn Iron Greatsword, still sharp though. A small arming sword, iron, backup weapon straped to his back waist on his belt.
Armor: Battle scarred Half Plate (helmet lost in what ever fight he got in)
Lucan Thalor was born where rivers braid through the bustling merchant cities of the Riverlands, a child born of silence and shadow. His mother, Hilde the Strong, a towering mercenary of northern blood known for her brutal efficiency, raised him alone in the city of Blackwater. She was a woman carved from ice and iron, teaching Lucan to wield a greatsword before he could even read. Though she gave him strength, she offered little warmth, often scorning him for resembling the father he never knew. Her love came in the form of discipline, her affection buried beneath bruises and training scars.
By age 13, Hilde succumbed to a wasting sickness, leaving Lucan with only a war worn greatsword and a keepsake, a leather cord strung with a small, purple stone. Alone, he drifted through the Riverlands, carving out a reputation with steel and silence. At sixteen, his prowess during a bloody skirmish earned him the favor of a provincial lord, who named him a personal guard. For nearly a decade, Lucan stood as the lord's shadow, loyal, feared, and silent. But when the lord was assassinated in a palace coup, Lucan cut down a squad of soldiers to escape and vanished westward, leaving only blood and legend behind. They call him the River Blade now, a ghost of war and ruin in the south. Now seeking fortune, or maybe something more, in the western lands beyond the valleys.