" It is far better to be alone, than to be in bad company. "
- George Washington
- Luther Beaumont
Luther Beaumont, the third of his name, is a young man, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties, from the eastern province of Athaerun, where he lived an incredibly sheltered life, and it shows on his youthful countenance. His father was a prominent member of the local church, where he served as a Templar in one of the dozens of Athaerun's established orders. It is for this reason alone that the small family was able to survive the outbreak of war and disease that ravaged Vitaveus. As the Master of the local Chapter, the elder Beaumont had been tasked with preserving the order, and bankrupted in doing so bled the chapter's vaults dry of every available resource. The retinue of aristocratic Templar has long-since dwindled to no more than a handful of aging men, whom, blue blooded as they may be, have not the power or influence in a dying Republic to change the Chapter's fate. As a final effort, Luther looks to his only son, a young boy that may yet have the potential to change the course of history for this particular chapter of devoted Decusians. Selling the last of their farmland to do so, the Templar send the youthful Beaumont to the First Province with no more than an old set of armor, a small pouch of coin, and a chorus of prayers that such an inexperienced man can restore their order to its former glory. His mother, Jaina, a keeper of texts for the Chapter, sends with him the last of the Templar codices to guide the young man through his trials as an aspirant.
More often then not, the young man can be found standing vigil at night, his heart and mind turned toward meditation and prayer for the return of “The Flame Above”.
Luther stands at an average height, somewhere between five-foot-ten and six-foot. The only mark on his body is a brand in the shape of an eight-pointed star, this is on the left side of his chest, close to where one's heart might be approximated by an accessing hand. His hair is blonde, untouched by a blade as is tradition for aspirants of the Beaumont family, and it frames a handsome face that carries no more than a light stubble. His eyes are a light blue-grey which seem, from time to time, to be flecked with bits of green and yellow. His voice, too, carries the tones of youth, not quite armed with the gravitas of his father's command.