Lord Klaus Laurent
A commander ought always to remember that a man's life is worth more than the mere satisfaction of his own pride.
Description: Klaus is tall and strong, but more rakish than built up like a brick house. His good looks come with a rakish charm, high cheekbones, well shaped mouth and square-ish jaw. His eyes are a deep, arm brown and his hair a short cropped mess of black curls. He exudes a personable nature, one that extends to the keen interest in his gaze and the frequently thoughtful expression that graces his face.
Personality: Klaus is an amusing guy that takes shots at himself as much as other people. While he's generally pretty nice, his sense of humor tends to be dry and a touch sarcastic. He's a capable soldier, horseman and a decent diplomat with an even temperament and a penchant for thinking things through rather than going on gut hunches.
Background: Klaus has been wielding a sword almost as long as he can walk. Sure, his first sword was a stick that he used to brain his brother Eiran with, but we all need to start somewhere! From there he trained as a squire with Sir Norwood and later served in the Laurent army. He worked closely with his cousin, Cristoph and the two were close comrades on the front lines right up until Duke Laurent's heir suffered a grevious injury and focused on less deadly duties.
He grew into a steady, accomplished commander in the Laurent army and often had the fully loyalty of any troops under him. He became known as a leader who could listen to the words of his men and accept constructive criticism. He's never been one to bark orders unncessarily. With Cristoph handling the duchy as Duke, and as such, behind the scenes more than in front, Klaus is often leading the Laurent forces from the front lines.
He also excelled as a horseman and thorougly enjoyed hunting. While he naturally worships the Pantheon as a whole, Petrichor calls to him even before Gloria.