Luthan Ashendale stands at an imposing 6’2”, his broad shoulders and upright posture exuding both quiet authority and unwavering discipline. His frame, honed by years of training and battlefield experience, is a perfect blend of strength and endurance, tempered by the graceful fluidity of a seasoned warrior. Every movement is deliberate—a soldier’s precision mixed with a healer’s care—as if every step carries both the weight of duty and the grace of divine purpose.

His piercing blue eyes, intense yet compassionate, hold the wisdom of battle and the depth of unwavering faith. They are framed by chiseled features—a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a nose slightly crooked from past encounters. His raven-black hair, long enough to brush against his shoulders, is kept neatly tied back during battle but often falls loose in quieter moments, framing his weathered yet noble face. His skin, lightly tanned from years under the open sky, bears the faint silver traces of old scars—each one a story, a lesson, a vow.

Clad in a gleaming breastplate engraved with Ecclesian scripture, Luthan cuts an awe-inspiring figure astride his celestial eagle. The golden emblem of Ecclesia rests over his heart, while intricate engravings of prayers and holy verses adorn his armor and weapons. At his side, a long, battle-worn lance gleams in the sunlight, its shaft wrapped in well-worn leather, a testament to countless campaigns. His heavy steel shield, marked with the sigil of St. Theris, reflects light like a beacon of faith, inspiring those who fight alongside him. Around his neck, a simple silver chain holds the key-shaped holy symbol of his order, a talisman that he clutches in moments of prayer or reflection.

Despite his commanding presence, there is a gentleness in the way he speaks, a kindness that tempers his authority. A man of deep faith, he does not wield his power through force alone but through wisdom, diplomacy, and an unshakable belief in the righteousness of his path. Yet, beneath the unwavering faith and steadfast resolve, there is a man—one who carries burdens of the past, whispers quiet prayers in the dead of night, and finds solace in the small moments of humanity that remind him why he fights.

To the people, he is a warrior of faith, a protector of the helpless. To his allies, he is a steadfast companion, a leader who never falters. To his enemies, he is a force of divine reckoning, swift and merciless in his charge. But to the heavens, he is simply a man who prays not for glory, but for the strength to bear his duty with honor.

Raziel, the Celestial Wind (Luthan’s Giant Celestial Eagle Companion)

Baptized in holy light, the celestial eagle that soars beside Luthan is more than just a beast of war—it is a herald of divine will, an instrument of justice, and a companion bound by faith. Known as Raziel, the Celestial Wind, this magnificent creature is a living testament to the One True God’s blessing, a warrior’s steed and a guardian spirit wrapped in radiant wings.

Raziel’s form is both ethereal and formidable—a massive eagle with a wingspan exceeding fifteen feet, its plumage a shimmering blend of pure white and soft gold, each feather edged in a celestial glow that flickers faintly in the dim light. Its keen golen eyes, filled with intelligence beyond mortal beasts, seem to pierce into the souls of those who gaze upon them. In battle, its cries ring like trumpets of divine wrath, its talons striking down the wicked with the fury of a storm.

But Raziel is not merely a creature of war—there is a serenity to its presence, a quiet wisdom that mirrors its rider. When at rest, it watches the horizon with unwavering patience, like a sentinel of the heavens. When in flight, it moves with the grace of a falling star, swift, precise, and unrelenting. The glow of its celestial nature intensifies in times of righteous battle, the edges of its form seeming almost translucent, as if caught between the mortal world and the divine.

Adorned in chain barding, Raziel is a creature armored in faith and steel alike, its form both swift and unyielding in the chaos of battle. It answers only to Luthan, their bond forged in unwavering trust, their fates intertwined by divine decree. It does not fight for sport nor for personal glory, but for the light, for justice, for the innocent who cannot fight for themselves.

To the enemies of Ecclesia, Raziel is a storm given form—a taloned executioner from the skies. To Luthan, it is more than a mount, more than a companion—it is a brother-in-arms, bound by oath and purpose, carrying him ever forward into the trials that await.

Together, knight and eagle, they are the blade and the wind, the strike and the storm—a holy force that rides the skies, carrying the light of faith into the darkness.