Cleric of Prag.

The young man before you doesn't exactly inspire fear or awe.   Though his scale mail armor looks very servicable, his weapon of choice, a old gnarled club, proclaim him to be anything but a warrior by inclination.
His youthful face hides his determination and inborn courage.   A holy symbol of Prag, God of Sidekicks, Squires, and Bureaucrats, adorns his neck, but the young cleric's easy smile and impulsively helpful nature seem to contradict the humble diety's normal "serve quietly" doctrine.

Brother Jordan seems uncomfortable with his profession as an adventurer, prefering the quiet times of his previous work as the church librarian.   Books and maps are his true love, not the blood, sweat and tears of combat and epic struggles between good and evil.
He's very knowledgable, even in the ways of combat with which he's so uncomfortable, and the human cleric has a quiet confidence in his actions that he has trouble showing in conversation or any other interaction with other people.