| Lucas Levos Level 4 Rogue Assassin Human Chaotic Good Charlatan Age: Height: Weight: Skin/Hair: Eyes: Lucas was taken by the same cult as Vaarg. Claiming to hail from a wealth, noble line, Lucas claims that when he gets out, he'll come back with all the Blue Knights! |
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Backstory: While 'sir' Lucas Levos tells us of his great estate back in the High Moors and his many, wealthy connections, we're blind to the fact he born in a nowhere farming settlement in Ghar, Cormyr. He adorns glinting silver on his fingers and speaks very animated to make up for a lot of things. The blood under his fingernails not being his own, the All-night snuff keeping him standing and how he's dazzling us with card and dice games as our wallets pour dry. For a con-artist, Lucas tends to set a strange example in his morality. The memory of his parents who he vaguely remembers as silhouettes walking away in the horizon doesn't mean much anymore. Now Lucas just hunts the spotlight, the shines and the riches. From his decrepit shack he hated watching his small settlement being squeezed by the greedy. Left alone in the pathetic remains of a crumbling house, Lucas got by with minor theft at a young age. But, Lucas didn't sit idle. He decided a path for himself. He regarded nobles and the rich as plain as anyone else, just cruel enough to exploit their surroundings. Fueled by a deep animosity, he easily learned to 'cope' with the status he feinted for what he could garner in return. Soon he would masquerade at gala's and weddings as a high noble or a defender of the realm. While guarded and sly, Lucas has found himself in the barrel once or twice. A wrong name, a miss-remembrance or even a break of character. Sir Levos has proven to be fast on the vocals as much as his feet when faced with inquisitive peacekeepers. While some places may vaguely remember him as a royal, others see a fraudulent noble. Lucas always finds himself leaving sooner or later. Sometimes with a farewell, sometimes with half the populace chasing him. " Lucas states he was born among foppish elite and worthless dukes. Wasting his time fencing, doing cordial visits to other delegates and attending balls to extend foolish bloodlines of snobs. He tells us he escaped the night before his arranged wedding. Cleverly scaling his way down the side of his fathers castle, avoiding guards and fans along the streets. He tells us it was all very close and tense, but his skills and passion for being free brought him on the right path. While "formerly known as sir" Levos claims to be from royal stock and carries himself as one of such, there is no trace of this when questioned. No-one mattered, everyone was transient and all he had was his training from a person he refuses to refer to." |
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| Personality Traits: Claims to be raised in royalty. Ideals: I wave the banner for an obscure type of freedom that works in my favour. Bonds: Anyone can be my companion, but no agreement can last forever. Flaws: Overconfidence follow me like a loyal hound. |
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