I am Tell Friendly. Don't ask first, just come outright with whatever is on your mind. Made this character after reading TRPG Pendragon 5.2; fucking love Pendragon.

++The Obvious Stuff++

Race: Human
Height: 5'8" (172cm)
Build: Muscular
Age: Youthful (20)
Skin: Porcelain white
Hair: Dirty blonde, stubbly jawline
Voice: Spirited British (Not Bri'ish)

++The Less Obvious Stuff++

Has the look of a holy warrior about him, often seen with a dirt-silver pendant tucked away inside whatever he might be wearing at the time; an icon of the rising sun. Any chance knight or aspiring warrior might take one look at him and reckon he was really no more a squire in search of their liege.

Inquisitive eyes that might scan the lad's demeanour will determine, despite the glowing appearance one might find in a righteous paladin, they were not so blessed as to really be adopted by the higher powers. They don't walk like a knight, shirk from known evildoers, nor do they take on the holy duty expected of one; rather, he seems more keen to sharpen his own weapons and armour, shown by the callouses on the palm of each hand, then simply wade into the thick of things.

When talking to someone of higher station above that of a common soldier, his posture naturally stiffens up. As if coming to attention during a parade or an inspection. Otherwise, equals would find no more a young man taking their first adventurous steps into the world and this poor sod just happened to end up on the weird end of it: Sinfar.

++TL;DR++

Take an Arthurian era squire, stick them in Sinfar, and watch the fireworks.

++Ye Be Lights Ere++

Has acquired a Passion: Amor (Secret). Has his eyes set on one person and thus resists attempts to be woo'd.

++Equipment++

Fit and ready for purpose. He's back to wearing his casual overalls for travel, a scarf thrown around his neck and the trusty backpack over the shoulder scattered in an adventurous menagerie  for the common traveller.

Now and then seen in full metal armament with a tabard loosely depicting the rising sun in its warmth of colours. Either with a longsword resting atop the shoulder, in its scabbard on his back, and with his dull metal helm flipped shut. When he talks through it he sounds muffled.

++Plot Hooks++

Travelling: With a clear conscience, Lew was out on the roads again to travel the lands wherever his feet might take him. There was a air of clear headedness about him, as if a weight was relieved from his shoulders. If anyone was to cross his path by chance would see there was just a certain *glow* about him.

++Extras++

Setting: Birthright
Origin: Anuire
Religion: Avani (LN, Symbol of the Rising Sun), Goddess of Sun, Reason and Magic

(22/12/2023) Reached max level, 12F/28WM

Q.'What does that "Passion" mean?'
A. It means under the right circumstances he will fall back on something that truly inspires him. Either to do something incredibly brave or ridiculously stupid.