Gimnaelan Lubar

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## Appearance

Gimnaelan has wavy, pale-blond hair that barely reaches his shoulders. His eyes, contrasted greatly by his warm skin tones, are a pearlescent black. He wears a white linen shirt, tightly laced around the sleeve and collar showing hints of musculature. A reddish-brown feather is pinned to his shirt just below his right shoulder.

## Personality

Gimnaelan does his best to uphold his image as a knight of honor and integrity. He helps others if possible and generally tries to do good - as long as you don't try to trick him. He also has a number of habits that he has kept from his time as a noble:

* He removes his garments before a fight (so as to not stain his white clothing with blood)
* He tucks a handkerchief into his shirt before dining
* He acts in a way to remain socially acceptable - he does forced and controlled chuckles, makes sure not to offend anyone, and is extremely humble
* He likes to shower others with compliments and perform small acts of service to remain on everyone's good side

This however, is all just an impersonation of his dead cousin, Daebric, who was complete perfection in Gimlan's eyes. Gimlan is unable to process the death of his family. He blocks the thought out of his head, while his family continues to live through him.

## Backstory

Gimnaelan, or Gimlan for short, grew up with high expectations as the first son of Maetan and future successor of House Lubar. From a young age, he held a strong desire to prove his worth in all manners of swordplay, mining, and smithing. However, he lacked talent in any such areas, often getting out-shined by his cousin Daebric. His incompetency was made ever so apparent when Daebric successfully made an obsidian greatsword inlaid with crystals of the elemental earth nature, that would shoot sharp splinters of obsidian upon a collision. The possibility of Daebric becoming the future leader of House Lubar ran wild.

When Sorcerer-King Hamanu sent Maetan to seize control of Tyr, Gimlan jumped at the opportunity to gain fighting experience, that he believed would compensate what he lacked in talent. Knowing that his father would deny him the chance, he disguised himself among the enlisted gladiators, rubbing dirt into his face and clothing and losing any possessions of value. Gimlan found peace among the Fifth Gladiators Platoon - later named Fordorran after the thick stench of his fellow gladiators that he couldn't stand. Although the gladiators couldn't handle Gimlan's pompous attitude, nor could he stand the brutish rules by which a gladiator operate, a sense of comradery grew between the group of six, through fending off midnight ambushes or hunting a Baazrag together. As he sparred with Pointer, a Mul with exceptional mastery over the Dragon's paw, Gimlan otherwise very structured strikes became fluid as he began to rely less on form, and more on intuition and instinct. This change proved to be rather liberating for the young noble.

While witnessing another Athasian sunset, Gimnaelan felt a knock at his side - Pointer, with word that he spotted a rain drake lair while on patrol. Excitement poured through his body, and without a second thought the following dawn Fordorran met at the cave's entrance. Condensation dripped from the stalactite covered ceiling, forming ripples in a glimmering pool of water held in smooth limestone rock. Wide serpentine tunnels wove through the landscape, which immediately gave Gimlan a sense of unease and hesitation as he entered the lair. Without much hesitation the drake struck. And although Fordorran was stronger, the drake was unpredictable and initiated a form of guerilla warfare by moving around its tunnels. As the fight neared its conclusion, Gimlan would make a strike against the beast's exposed belly; however, his glaive got wedged in the stalactite roof. Noticing this moment of weakness, the rain drake staggered towards Gimlan with it's gaping maw. Only to be intercepted by none other than Maetan, whose torso got wrapped in the beast's spindly teeth, before his longsword shot through it's head.

Maetan, the lead tactician and uniting force had now been severely injured. The resulting attack on Tyr was uncoordinated and sloppy, leaving the Urik army devastated and weak. Gimlan felt much too blame. He held the rain drake head in his arms, but even that he couldn't be proud of. As they re-entered the city-gate, Maetan's concerned expression was easily visible - he had failed Hamanu, his life was essentially forfeit. Later that evening word of Hamanu entering the Lubar precincts had spread. The rain drake carcass lay in the courtyard. It was an offering to quell Hamanu's temper, but all for naught. The corpses of the slave doormen fell at his feet, their life force seemingly drained.