__________________QUICK STATSName: Lucien de Meavir
Age: Unknown, looks from 26 up to 39 years old
Gender: Assumed male and never bothered to correct anyone
Sexual Orientation: Since he prefers to spend coin on armour repairs than on whores, it remains unknown
Species: Human with ancestry of Kulshedra, or naga, or lizardfolk or... whatever has tails.
Ethnicity: His skin is too dark to be a pure blooded Serenian, but too light to be a Verdan or Adelan. His family tree was probably a tangled mess
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Leader of a small mercenary band called the Swiftblades
Residence: Wherever his band camps at the moment
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description: One could say that Lucien's appearance strikes a perfect equilibrium. At one side of this balance is his apparent warrior's physique - his toned, athletic body makes his occupation clear. He walks and moves with practiced grace that speaks of his experience and training. The weapons he carries, from his personal sword to the smallest throwing knife bear the marks of many battles, but are maintained well enough to serve him in the fights to come.
Opposed to his warrior self, at the other side of the medal stands a distinguished gentleman that hardly could be connected to the sweat and grime of the battlefield. When needed, Lucien can speak with unexpected eloquence and refinement. He can be likened to a chameleon or a shapeshifter, adapting perfectly to the environment and matching the interlocutor perfectly.
Most of the time, he can pass for a full human without anyone ever realizing. The only signs would be his changeable body temperature and the tail. Most of the time, he hides it in a leg of his pants - there's plenty of space in the armour, and whenever he's not wearing it, the trousers he prefers are baggy enough to conceal it. The reason for it is purely practical - he cannot control the tail well enough to use it in combat, save for one specific purpose. As there is no benefit to showing it off, and racism against hybrids can hinder his chances at getting a contract; he usually wraps it around one leg and keeps it hidden. It is an unspoken tradition of his mercenaries to either treat it as a ludicrous fake rumour "Luc has a tail, a pair of horns hidden under his hair and spilling his blood summons demons!" involve it as a part of hazing: "Boss is wearing a fake tail for your next task - you have to sneak up on him and try to pull it off!", "Your job is to tie this ribbon around his longest body part - and stop with the smirk!"or just joke around about.
Spoiler
Source: Legends of the Cryptids game
music An excellent leader, he strikes the perfect equilibrium between being personable enough to engender loyalty and ease interacting with him, and being serious enough to avoid having his orders questioned. He makes a point of learning the names of every fighter under his command. There's just as many staying in the band out of simple mercenary need for coin as out of personal loyalty and friendship.
His employers would describe him as a pleasure to work with. He possesses a surprisingly in-depth knowledge of noble titles and addresses, which he's more than willing to use to show appropriate respect - it's as if he's personally set out to destroy the thug mercenary stereotype. His efforts are augmented with an excellent understanding of social dynamics and an instinctive way to tell how to act in a given situation.
Magic/Abilities: - Leadership skills
- Knowledge of tactics
- Combat ability, most skilled with a shield plus sword or spear
- He has a rather situational magical ability: whenever he makes a rhythm, he can make everything in the earshot (or everything that the sound waves reach) follow it. It has earned him the nickname "the Conductor"
Relationships: - The soldiers under his command
History: Few fighters have been with him for long enough to know. Because of it, his past before starting the squad is a common topic for gossip. When asked, he gives a rather lackluster response. He lived in a completely ordinary village, was picked up by bandits masquerading as army recruiters, managed to escape this life after a few years with some comrades, then became a sword for hire. While there's really no reason to doubt the story, some of the more imaginative Swiftblades like to invent more complex backstories for him.
The rest of the story can be gotten from the other founding member of the Swiftblades, an aged elf named Disval. She and Lucien used to work together in another squad, the Valiant Hawks, but they didn't like its leadership. Together with a few others - none of whom survived to the present day - they left and formed the Swiftblades.
Character Limitations: Friendly bro interactions such as clapping him on the shoulder or slugging an arm around him are fine. Please do not respond for him or assume his behaviour. Fights can be approached on a case-by-case basis, or mutual understanding.
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