Lord Druggar Lage?, Marquis of the Seven Points.


A human male, youthful and yet weathered, the Lord Lage? stands as a beacon of the mundane in a realm of the atypical.  He seems to have led a pampered life; lacking the more rugged qualities so characteristic of those who've worked or served and to this end he appears more beautiful than handsome.  Taken in conjunction with his mannerisms his roots in the upper class would be self-evident.  Soft-spoken and well-read; a philosophic more than a combatant, he appears far more at home in a decadently furnished parlor or at a social gala than on the battlefield, attributes often corroborated by his self-proclaimed disdain for unnecessary violence.  He has an angular face, a porcelain complexion, and a paralyzing smile that are, at times, partially obscured by an extravagantly crafted traveler?s cowl.

Dressed in accordance with elitist mandate, enshrouded by an aura of callous self-indulgence, and adorned by immaculately kept fabrics of Victorian style; this regale walks with deliberate entitlement lacing every stride in what could only be described as an arrogance-laced saunter.  Each step seems methodically taken and deliberately placed as though perpetually advancing in the direction of an unseen goal; in the process treating the world and those within it as no more than a game which exists solely for his family?s entertainment.  Mischievous yet playful, social yet self-absorbed, Druggar exudes confidence and an indomitable perseverance to achieve the unthinkable.  

Often seen with a rapacious smile upon thin lips, he is willing to consider most things for the right price and seems pleasant enough to be approached? or so he would have you believe.  

Proprietor of the Seven Points Shipment Company based in Port Iracia, he and his family oversee the movement of goods and commodities.