"Our Lord visited his flock and saw that all was not good. Blasphemy and heresy ruled the land. The Lord punished the sinners and drowned them in their own blood. But the people of Amarr lived righteously and in fear of God. Thus they were saved and became God's chosen."


Lursan Ayin is an older man. He has a tall, slender build, which while frail still shows the faint traces of his younger, stronger, self. His dark green eyes peer out of the monks hood covering his face, with his beard and hair a wisened gray-silver in stark contrast to the simple brown robes he wears. The details one can make out of his face make him look strongly Amarrian.

He bears himself with a humble strength, the gait of a soldier who has seen too much war. His movements are steady and slow, making him appear always focused. A copy of the Book of Scriptures hangs from his robe, and just underneath the brown cloth the unmistakable shape of an Amarrian Las-Pistol can be seen.