Luthan GarraAshendale stands at an imposing 6'’2"”, his broad shoulders and straupright posture radiating aexuding both quiet authority and unwavering discipline. His physique is the product offrame, honed by years spent in rigorousof training and service to Ecclesia, markbattlefield experience, is a perfect blend of strength and endurance, tempered by a balance of strength and endurance that speaks to his discipline and resolve. Despite his muscular build, there is athe graceful fluidity to his movements, a testament to his training of a seasoned warrior. Every movement is deliberate—a soldier’s precision mixed with a healer’s care—as if every step carries both a warrior and a healerthe weight of duty and the grace of divine purpose. His face is striking, withpiercing blue eyes, intense yet compassionate, hold the wisdom of battle and the depth of unwavering faith. They are framed by chiseled features that carry an undeniable air of nobility. H—a strong jawline, high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a straightnd a nose frame his piercing blue eyes, which seem to hold the weight of countless battles and the compassion of a man devoted to saving others. These eyes are his most compelling feature, glinting with an intensity that inspires confidence and a warmth that reassures even the most frightened soul. Luthan’slightly crooked from past encounters. His raven-black hair,  slightly tousled and falling just pa long enough to brush against his shoulders, complementsis 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-kept facial hair, which framesworn 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 face and addsneck, 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 rugged, mature appearance. His skin, lightly tanned from years spent under the sun and elements, bears faint scars along his arms and hands, subtle but permanent reminders of the battles he has fought and the lives he has savedduty with honor. Clad in polished steel plate armor, Luthan cuts an inspiring figure on the battlefield. His armor is adorned with intricate engravings of Ecclesian scripture, subtle yet profound symbols of his faith. Over his heart, the Gold emblem of Ecclesia stands out as both a personal and divine statement of his mission. His shield, worn and weathered but still sturdy, bears the same emblem, its surface polished to reflect light as a beacon of hope to those he protects. At his side hangs a masterwork light mace, its handle wrapped in leather for a firm grip. Though modest in design, the mace bears a subtle engraving of a key along its shaft, tying it to his faith and his role as a defender of Ecclesia// Raziel, the Celestial Wind (Luthan’s ideals. Around his neck, a simple silverGiant 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 holds hisbarding, 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 symbol, a keyforce that he often clutches in prayer or reflection. The chain, worn yet sturdy, serves as a constant reminder of his connection to the divinerides the skies, carrying the light of faith into the darkness.