"Luck isn't about chance; it's about keeping your wits and your aim steady when the cold bites deep."

Lars Icelake is a rugged gunslinger, a lone wolf of the arctic tundra who’s as quick with a quip as he is with his pistol. Standing at 6 feet tall, Lars has a wiry frame honed by years of herding stubborn cattle across the frozen plains. His weathered face, framed by a dark stubble, bears the signs of countless days braving the relentless chill. Piercing blue eyes reflect the icy expanses he calls home, always scanning for danger—or opportunity.

Appearance

Clothing: Lars wears heavy winter gear tailored for survival. His thick fur-lined coat, patched from years of wear, is dyed a deep blue to blend into the tundra’s shadows. A wide-brimmed hat, frost-caked and well-loved, sits snugly on his head, shielding his face from the glare of the sun on the snow.

Armor: Beneath his winter layers, a well-fitted chain shirt glimmers faintly in the light. The armor is light enough not to hinder his speed yet sturdy enough to turn a predator’s teeth or a brigand’s blade.

Weapons: A single, impeccably maintained pistol rests on his right hip, housed in a leather holster engraved with subtle patterns of snowflakes and icicles. The pistol’s grip is polished from use, and the gleaming barrel hints at Lars’s dedication to his craft.