Llewellyn Haige

If you call Llewellyn superstitious, he’ll deny it. He honestly doesn’t believe he is. He’s just been traumatized by some weird coincidences and he’s mistaken it for causality. Mirrors, for example, are particularly frightening to him. Pull out a mirror to shave with and he will yelp, double over, and slink away as quickly as he can hobble. You might suspect he was a vampire if he wasn’t such an ardent sun-worshipper. Not literally; he loves to wake up early and watch the sun rise. But he believes mirrors function as a door for the undead, and putting two mirrors facing each other opens a passage for an Infernal. Or perhaps evil is just attracted by men shaving? Is shaving a ritual to summon evil? Is this a good time to mention that Llewellyn is terrified of undead and infernals? It’s an odd characteristic for a Cleric, but his mother told him the only way he would ever conquer his fears is by facing them head on. Bad advice, but she certainly meant well by it.