Homeland: The City-State of Danuvia

"To hear our jubilant cries of war as we charge like an unstoppable wall of death, scattering our foes like dust in the hands of the wind, and to witness how lancer and mount act as one inseparable whole, is to observe grace and beauty beyond compare."

Discipline and dedication are the keys to victory, for only the truly disciplined and dedicated can hope to achieve the almost supernatural rapport you have with your mount; a rapport built with arduous training and tempered in the heat of war. You wield your lance with the same natural grace, skill, and controlled passion that mark all lancers, both on the field of battle, and off it - only when you charge into the fray, or indulge in the throws of passion, do you let your blood run free. At all other times you maintain a professional cool and sense of decorum, taking care to maintain your combat readiness, unlike the uncouth archers who eagerly over-indulge in alcohol, and behave like crude louts. You feel most comfortable when with your faithful equs steed, painting her with unique sigils, and braiding her mane. Your sisterhood, a close-knit and companionable one, addresses each other in the elaborate High Talislan tongue, reflecting the poetry and superiority you feel in your hearts. Your service now complete, you feel it is time for you to ride into the greater world.

Physical Characteristics: 6'2"-6'6", 160-220lbs. Bronze skin, black mane in lacquered crest or long and braided, strong features, face decorated with crimson pigments.

Attributes:
INT 0
PER 0
WIL 0
CHA +1
STR +3
DEX +3
CON +1
SPD +2
CR +6
MR 0
HP 26

Skills:
Lance +4
Longsword +3
Shield +3
Parry Bracers +3
Mounted Combat +4
Brawling +2
Tactics +6
Command +3
Ride +6
Animal Handler +3
Low Talislan, native
High Talislan, fluent

Equipment: Black iron corselet, torc and parrying bracers, padded uniform, hip-high leather boots, shoulder pouch, lance, iron shield, longsword, earrings, equs steed.

Wealth: 100 gold lumens.