Chance stands 6'3" with an imposing, broad-shouldered build and pale skin. He has mirror-like silver eyes and patches of silver scales along his jaw and forearms. He wears a polished breastplate over dark chain mail and carries a runic, frost-etched warhammer.

Chance is a man of few words and immovable resolve. He is a quiet pillar of strength who stands as an obstacle to those who harm the innocent. He speaks in a low, grounding voice and bears a quiet melancholy channeled into a tireless sense of duty.

Chance was seven years old when his world was destroyed by fire. His mother pushed him out of a back door and told him to run, a memory that has fueled his life-long guilt. He found refuge in the Argent Wing, a mercenary company where he spent eighteen years rising through the ranks. He became known as the shield that protected his comrades in the darkest moments. The company finally met its end during the Forty Third Engagement, leaving Chance as the lone survivor of a horrific slaughter. Emerged from the silence of a mass grave, Chance realized he could no longer fight for coin. He took up the mantle of a Paladin, dedicating his remaining years to the memory of his fallen brothers. He now wanders as a solitary veteran, a shield for those who cannot defend themselves. He believes that if someone must stand between the weak and the dark, he is the only one left to do it.