Chance is a 6'3" man of forty-five years with pale skin and an imposing, broad-shouldered build. His most striking features are his silver eyes that reflect light like mirrors and the subtle patches of silver draconic scales that trail along his jawline and forearms. He wears a polished breastplate over a shirt of dark chain mail, looking less like a marauder and more like a pillar of weathered stone. His face is calm and steady, bearing the weight of decades of service without the bitterness that often follows. He carries a heavy warhammer named Quietus and a steel shield that bears the faded markings of a forgotten company.

Chance is a man of few words and immovable resolve. He does not seek conflict, but he stands as an inevitable obstacle to those who harm the innocent. He carries a deep, quiet melancholy that he channels into a tireless sense of duty. He is the first to arrive at a crisis and the last to leave, often long after the thanks have been given. He speaks in a low, grounding voice that commands attention through sheer presence rather than volume.

Chance was seven years old when the world ended in fire and his mother pushed him through a back door, demanding he run. He did not look back, and the guilt of that flight has remained the silent engine of his life. By his mid-teens, he found purpose in the Argent Wing, a mercenary company where survival was the only currency. He spent eighteen years rising through their ranks, earning a reputation for an almost unreasonable refusal to abandon his post or his comrades. He became the shield that the company hid behind when things went dark. The Forty Third Engagement was the day the Argent Wing died. Chance survived the slaughter, but he emerged as a man who had heard the silence of a mass grave. He took up the mantle of a Paladin, not for a god, but for the memory of the fallen and the protection of those who still draw breath. He wanders now, a solitary veteran who fights because he believes that if someone has to stand between the weak and the dark, it might as well be him.