Luc has rode the coattails of trouble ever since he found his guardian,
a retired Timaran guard, who lived off the land, a life of solitude and
one hell of a fisherman. The man showed little care for the young Pixie
as he carried on about his daily life, but Luc is often oblivious to his
surroundings and the way Humans garnish emotion, so Luc followed him for
ten days telling him stories, jokes, and of strange dreams he had had.
On the tenth day, the man had broken his silence after Luc provided for
the duo with shelter, a fire, and food. He learned that the tiny boy
may have some use to him after all, so he taught little Luc everything
he had learned as a guard working for the city. To parry, use a bow or
crossbow, disappear from sight in the forest, parry using a bow or the
crossbow, and last but not least, how to fish. Fishing was important
to the man, as it is now important to the boy, the master had taught the
pupil, and boy could the pupil fish!
This little mischief-maker smells strongly of fish, as if an aura of fish
was hanging in the air around him. The smell is an intrusive, unpleasant
one, but the little lad seems comfortable with it, just having the time
of his life while wearing an infectious smile on his face.
He has a mess of brown hair that he doesn't comb. Very keen elvish-type
features, such as the cropped, and pointy ears, and the incredible youth
that he has inherited. He is roughly the size of a wiry halfling, if not
a wee bit smaller. He's got big hazel-green eyes, a clean shaven face,
and a demeanor full of mirth and unbridled curiousity.