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A stubborn and stout lad, Lucian hails from far to the north, though his travels have taken him to many places. His father was a member of the city guard of his home town, and his mother was an apothecary.
It's no surprise that Lucian grew up to be a warrior, considering his father was well-renowned for his tenacity and fighting spirit... Except, Lucian's path in life was different. Lucian did not feel that life as a guardsman of the city was his calling. Instead, he sought employment as a mercenary.
His father has trained him well in the art of war, and while he prefers to fight with a sword, he is also skilled with many other weapons. As a mercenary, he often found himself guarding trade caravans that brought ore from his town through Crossroad. Crossroad, because of its location and his job, became like a home for him. Many caravans passed through or had it as their destination.
It was one night while staying at a certain tavern that he drew the attention of one of the vampires of the Luminatti clan. Potentially impressed with his simple, un-embellished tales of fighting off bandits and wild animals, or maybe drawn in by the scent of his strong warrior's blood, he was picked out as a meal.
Of course, vampires of the Luminatti clan are careful never to kill their meals, so this was an oddly pleasurable experience that Lucian ended up surviving. He spent most of that day, however, resting and recovering from being drained, attributing it all to a sudden case of illness.
Choosing to stay there another day was a life altering decision. That night, he was visited by the Matriarch of the Luminatti clan, who saw him as a strong and able-bodied warrior... perfect for what she may need in the coming nights. His mercenary's attitude also meant that his loyalty was easy to procure. Above and beyond that, it also helped that his blood was quite good...at least, as far as human's go. Personality:
Something of a bumpkin, he is quite pragmatic and a bit simple minded when it comes to solving problems, believing firmly that the simplest answer is the best answer. He is trusting of those who can gain his trust, and makes for a stalwart ally of anyone he views as a friend. He takes his jobs, and most of life, quite seriously, which is some times erroneously portrayed as sullenness.
Long sword: A simple sword of iron that's about four feet long. It is a well crafted, but unadorned weapon that is old but well taken care of.
Dagger: A thirteen inch double bladed iron dagger, kept in an ankle sheath at almost all times "in case of emergency".
Traveler's cloak: A cloth cloak that's been treated with elm wood smoke to ward off insects. It has some old blood stains in it that stubbornly remain, but he won't get rid of it.
Protector: A light metal armor that covers the chest and back, it is designed to offer a modicum of protection without impeding mobility. Has become blackened in some areas due to oxidation.
Crossbow: A simple, small crossbow that launches metal bolts.