Lasuri Leomaris

The man sometimes referred to as 'The Sea Drake' is often not what people would expect him to be. He is somewhat tall, but not overly so. His body is muscular and built by years of sailing, but he does not look like a powerhouse. His clothing is elegant and handsome, but it is neither particularly striking nor loud enough to make a strong impression. All in all, Lasuri Leomaris might look like many other Captains tempting their fate in the vast expenses of the open West. Or at least, he would at first glance.

Upon closer inspection, some hints do betray a part of his heritage. His eyes are the color of the deep depths, and his long, slightly curly hair is the deep blue of sea just before the sun vanishes at the end of the day. His skin shows a very slight blue-green tint when viewed up close - the only unalterable signs of what once might have been a good pedigree. When addressed with the matter, however, Lasuri only smiles, never confirming speculations nor revealing a hint of his own.

Under his roguishly disheveled appearance - he frequently sports a short growth of stubble, and he prefers to wear a black bandana rather than a more fashionable hat - the Captain's bearing show signs of what once might have a been a nobler state. Years at sea have roughened and rugged him, as the numerous scars that criss-cross his body can attest. He seems to have gained a certain sense of peace and quiet assurance from the same experiences, as well.

In conversation, Lasuri is often even-spoken, amiable and generally pleasant. He takes joy in talking with simple sailors and his crew, and he knows each and every one of them by name. This disposition lead many to wonder how he earned his nickname, 'the Sea Drake'. Once again, Lasuri himself chooses to let people speculate on this topic, content to simply be.