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Lucaj is a child of the Mourning Isles through and through, one of many born to Anton Grimhall and his wife, Helena Grimhall nee Hawkmour. Not the oldest son, but the second oldest, he did not grow up expecting to rule over vassals so much as he did expecting to serve his family well in whatever it turned out he was best at. That what he was best at was sailing, raiding, reaving...well this made him very similar to other boys his age, grown up too young to fight in the Tyde rebellion yet old enough to see the impact of war all around them, and to associate it with a kind of glory. His dream thus was to be a Grimhall soldier, a sailor, a commander, perhaps one day a Knight. It is through strength of arms and conviction that he will serve his family, The time came soon enough, for as the Gyre grew stronger and skirmishes more frequent in the Isles near Grihem's Point, Lucaj was a frequent figure in these battles, leading his men at sea and on land with efficiency. When the Battle of Setarco came Lucaj was there, fighting with his ships alongside the Leviathan of Thrax, following the commands of his liege lords. Now the role of soldier and sailor that the young men of the Isles all play for a time has become old hat to him, he moves towards his thirties with tales of victory that entertain the pub every time, but without some of what a settled life would provide him. House Grimhall likely expects him to marry at some point, to do his duty by the family and produce heirs for the next generation. It is in part for this that Lucaj was summoned to Arx, to take up his role in helping lead House Grimhall. Yet he has other reasons too for being here, and one draws him straight to the March of the Rosewood. His sister might need him.

Lucaj Grimhall is a sailor born and bred, and it is obvious by his very bearing. Muscles are sinewy and strong, and he stands a bit over six feet, with the tanned skin that comes from working outside for most of the day. His hair is a mess of ginger curls when not well-tamed, and his beard is the same shade, and nearly always grown out in whatever style happens to be of the moment.

Lucaj is as grim as his family name might imply, though those who know him well claim that smiles can be observed on rare occasions. In public his words are few, and his humor is dry. He is a man of old traditions, and his manners are impeccable the better to never shame his house. Ribald jokes and other moments of misbehavior are saved for the company of his men.