"The dawn always comes, no matter how deep the night. My task is to remind you that the light is worth striving for, even when it blinds!"

Description

A tall, lean man with an austere presence, his features are almost too symmetrical, giving him an unsettling sort of beauty. His eyes are a pale gold, glowing faintly in strong light as if reflecting the sunrise itself. His hair is the color of wheat at harvest, kept shoulder-length and tied back with a crimson ribbon. He dresses in flowing robes of white and rose, embroidered with sun motifs, though the fabric looks slightly too pristine—as if he never allows dust or blood to stain it.
His movements are measured, deliberate, as though each gesture is part of a ritual. When he speaks, his voice is calm and melodic, yet with a subtle weight that commands attention.
He rarely raises his voice, preferring silence and a steady gaze to cow a room.
Physically, he’s wiry but not muscular, with the look of someone who relies on endurance more than brute strength. His weaknesses are subtle, he occasionally rubs the joints of his hands, as if plagued by some old injury, and his left leg carries the faintest limp.

Traits and Motivations

• Personality Type: Controlled, enigmatic, and deliberate. He rarely speaks without purpose, and often couches his words in allegory or scripture.

• Virtues: Devoted, disciplined, patient, inspiring—his sermons and blessings stir hope in those who hear them.

• Bad Habits: Condescending toward those he views as “wasting their dawns.” Can be manipulative in conversation, leading others toward his conclusions without them realizing.

• Fears: He has a quiet terror of losing control—whether of his faith, his influence, or the forces he opposes.

• Temperament: He rarely lashes out, but when his temper breaks, it is sudden and scorching, like the sun breaking through storm clouds.

Routine

At dawn, he kneels facing the horizon, whispering prayers to Lathander as the first light strikes his face. He then tends to the sick or weary, moving with almost mechanical precision through blessings, sermons, and rituals of renewal.
When not leading others, he retreats into long hours of study and reflection, meticulously writing his own interpretations of Lathander’s texts in elegant script. He seeks out conversations where he can test the strength of people’s convictions, often probing with seemingly innocent questions that cut deeper than expected.
At night, he walks the streets, his presence more shadow than light, watching and listening. Though he presents as a healer and guide, his mind is always turning, quietly appraising the hidden currents of power that flow through the people he meets.