Ivar Galahad (Blind Adventurer)

Sweet things, good music, bathing in hot springs, small and furry animals, helping without asking for anything in return.

Hair: Dark brown, slightly long and messy, with strands falling over the forehead.

Head: She wears a bandage completely covering her eyes, knotted at the back.

Face: With defined features, a short, well-groomed beard covering the jaw and chin. A serious and serene expression.

Ears: Slightly pointed, suggesting elven or mixed-race features.

He is a man of few words and firm decisions. He is reserved, but not serious. He often makes light of his situation and always has a fitting remark for every circumstance, be it a joke or a barb. He also possesses enormous patience, forged in obscurity. He distrusts grand promises and those who talk too much, but shows quiet loyalty to those who demonstrate honesty.

He was born in a forgotten village, amidst poverty and hard work. The son of a day laborer and a seamstress, he learned from childhood how to survive: to observe, listen, and anticipate danger.
He enlisted in the army at a young age out of necessity, not honor. There, he didn't stand out for innate talent, but for his patience. While others relied on strength, he waited for the perfect moment. Over time, he became an efficient and respected swordsman.

Everything changed in a common, chaotic, and inglorious battle. An explosion blinded him. The army discarded him with minimal compensation, forcing him to survive on his own in a world he could no longer see.
At first, he faced despair, hunger, and rage. But little by little, he began to adapt. His other senses sharpened: he heard intentions in footsteps, felt shapes in the wind, and perceived nearby presences.

It wasn't a gift, but a hard and constant learning process. He took up the sword again, clumsy at first, but persistent. In time, he ceased to be a blind man with a weapon… and became a swordsman who didn't need to see.