Luxfiore

While Luxfiore doesn't technically come from an illustrious family as to warrant the second name, all the same he wishes to honor his origins. Hailing from the domains of ruin and light, he is prone to lazing in the sun as frequently as he can. Unfortunately, the Southern Icefields at large tend towards the cloudy and cold. Even so, the skylight in the greenhouse is a lovely spot, if no one is around.

Of course, not all of his time is spent sunbathing. His purpose in life is to refine the lands, that is, shape the very hills and adorn them with plant life and stones, fanciful ponds and idyllic views. It is a great joy of his to see his work used by others, be they on a stroll, sketching, feeding koi, messing around with the zen garden, smelling the flowers... However, he comes across his greatest challenge in creating a landscape that befits the Dugout, a perpetually snow-filled, ill-weathered nowhere.

He had felt himself growing complacent in his home in the light; It had been high time to try something new. He had thought of going to the Plaguelands, or perhaps the shifting sands of his ancestors, but he ultimately settled on the cold, his most beloathed state of being. He had never been a coward, after all.