The Lancer

A figure that stands over six and a half feet tall, is dressed in iconic attire. The attire is of the Doljinaar Champion. A horned helmet casts his face in a shadow with only a imaginary red gaze through what is truly unremarkable dim light.

His lance, Marith Zane, is held erect and in dominant hand. His cloak falls over his skin-contoured armor. Not an inch of flesh can be seen, nor the scent of man beneath the dust of the road that cakes his treads.