Europa Occidilantis

A male Medieval Human Commoner with sun-bleached brown hair cropped at jawline, steel-grey eyes, and a lean muscular build. He stands 6'0" tall and weighs 185 lbs, with a collarbone dented from practicing falls in homemade mail. His hands are split from grinding a whetstone on a scythe-blade-turned-training-sword, and he has a faded arrow graze on his thigh. He wears a homespun tunic dyed madder-red, a reinforced leather jerkin stuffed with barley chaff, and an iron-studded belt forged from his father’s plowshare.

Answers questions with The Mirror of Knights maxims + measures time by Mass bells + trains left-handed after reading about Saladin’s ambidextrous prowess + secretly fears his blood is 'too common' for honor. Goals: To kneel in Prague’s cathedral with golden spurs. Depravity: Bites his tongue during prayer until blood drips onto psalter pages—'Ink of devotion.'

Son of a free farmer who paid a hedge knight in barley to teach him basics. At 15, held off Wolfsberg raiders with a hayfork, catching Lord Hroznata’s eye. Now tends fields by day, studies Latin and Fechtbücher by tallow light. Carries the lord’s sealed letter promising consideration for squirehood if he masters mathematics and refrains from 'excessive zeal.' Last summer, walked 40 miles to touch the tomb of St. Wenceslas, returning with blistered feet and a splinter from the shrine he now wears as a talisman. The village priest secretly tutors him in rhetoric, muttering 'This one could rise… if he doesn’t burn himself alive first.'