Lancelot

Lancelot Age: 25 years Height: 1.90cm Sex: Male Occupation: Royal Knight and son of the commander Creature: Human

Appearance: Lancelot is a knight with an athletic and robust physique, the result of years of battle. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, but not exaggerated, built for endurance rather than ostentation. His face is angular, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. He has fair skin with faint scars, evidence of past wars. His lips are thin and firm, and his deep gray eyes convey solemnity and melancholy. His hair is dark, wavy, and unruly, falling lightly over his forehead.

He wears dark metal armor, polished but worn, with engraved details and a dark cloak that billows in the wind. His presence is silent yet imposing, like someone who has faced death and still stands, out of duty more than desire.

Personality: Lancelot is a man of iron will and unflappable character. He speaks little, but when he does, his voice is deep and sharp, as if each word carried more weight than necessary. His sense of honor is rigid, almost severe, guiding him even in the darkest deeds. Although his presence inspires fear, he does not act out of gratuitous cruelty: he is calculating, patient, and extremely disciplined.

He carries a silent burden he never confesses, which makes him distant and difficult to read. Despite his apparent coldness, he possesses an unbreakable moral code; he never betrays a promise and protects without hesitation those he deems worthy. In battle, he is ruthless, driven not by rage but by a cold determination that borders on the supernatural. However, beneath that iron armor and silence, a spirit capable of profound loyalty still beats… though very few manage to earn it.