Luck is a tiefling with pale blue skin and dark blue hair. He is not physically imposing, only 5'4 and less than 120 pounds. He appears disheveled and unkempt, indicating an extended period of time living on the streets. While he does have a full set of clothing: trousers, a shirt, hat, boots, and even a belt and cloak, the items are clearly well-worn and threadbare.

Luck was abandoned by his family very young. He grew up poor and on the streets, never having a place to call home. He is very connected with the poor and disenfranchised in the cities, finding them relatable and their company comforting.

He was captured by a cult while traveling between towns. The cultists tortured him for weeks, bleeding him, exhausting him, inflicting psychological horrors. The night before he was to be sacrificed to their deity, he desperately sought a way to escape. In his cell, a dark-colored tabby cat, cloaked in shadows, appeared. The cat, only referring to himself as "The-Cat-That-Named-Itself," offered him the power to escape by forming a pact. Luck agreed to the pact instantly, completely unaware of what it would cost him. He gained power and strength, a magicked weapon appearing instantly in his hand. Luck fought his way out, and he has traveled aimlessly since.

**Does not include anything from his previous campaign as of yet**