'I serve a master greater than any king or prelate.'

Brother Culver was once a soldier in a holy army. He traveled the world, fired with martial passion for his deity, and he fought in many battles. The passing years have cooled his ardor for battle but have not dampened his faith. He now lives in fairly quiet retirement, tending an herb garden and ministering to the sick and spiritually troubled. Although a skilled swordfighter, Brother Culver mainly wields a hoe, a bandage, or a bottle of salve these days.

A frugal, ascetic life and advancing years have left Brother Culver's cheeks a little hollow, but he remains strong and lithe. He is short and wiry, on the small side even for a half-elf, with skin that is deeply tanned and freckled from years spent in the sun and wind. He has clear, pale blue eyes that seem to look into the depths of one's soul.He shaves his beard and head each day (his hair would be strawberry blond if he let it grow). Brother Culver wears a simple, hooded robe of blue wool with silver trim and a cloak to match. A belt of braided leather circles his waist, from which several pouches stuffed with herbs and medicines hang, along with his bag of tricks. He usually wears sandals but dons soft leather boots in cold or wet weather. He always has a stout oak staff topped with the symbol of Heironeous at hand.