Lekan none
| Lekan none | |
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| Social Rank | 9 |
| Fealty | Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | None |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 28 |
| Religion | None |
| Vocation | Soldier |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Hair Color | Wavy Onyx |
| Eye Color | Dark Brown |
| Skintone | Tanned And Scarred |
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Description
A man of obvious strength and power, Lekan has a fluidity to his movements that shows the attitude of a trained fighter. He holds himself tall and straight, his dark eyes taking in all his surroundings with a faintly gimlet eye. His expression is faintly sour much of the time, but there is a humor there, just behind it, as if at a joke only he knows. His skin is hard and tanned from the sun, criss-crossed by large blade scars, including one that almost bisects his face from top to bottom, only narrowly missing his eye and splitting his full, dark lips.
Personality
Coming from the feuding, vicious city-states of Velenosa, Lekan has long been the handy sword-arm hired to deal with 'issues' that arise. He works for coin, for principle, or for his own inscrutable reasons. His gaze is hard, but there is a twisted humor underneath it. He takes delights, but perhaps not in things that people would consider humorous or safe or sane.
Background
Being born in Velenosa means that eventually, all citizens must learn to either deal with the many tricks, machinations, and horrors the houses inflict on each other, mostly in 'private', or learn to ignore and avoid them. Lekan learned at an early age that he had a steady hand, a lack of issue with the shedding of blood, and a desire to have the fine things of life. At first, he was a steadfast worshipper of the Pantheon, but years of harsh, vicious back-alley fights and backstabbing intrigue that, despite all prayers to the contrary, has left almost everyone he ever knew (family, friends, loved one) dead in gutters or vanished? He believes in nothing. Well, that's not quite true. He believes in his own sword-arm. He believes in coin he can touch. He believes in women, or at least that they exist. He believes that people can use him. So he comes to Arx, the sour taste of a deal gone badly being rather hopefully left behind as he hopes to make a new life in this city.
