Lafley Maple—better known simply as “Laf”—is the kind of man who brings sunshine with him wherever he goes. Born and raised in a quiet village, Laf has always been a comforting presence: a big smile, a booming voice, and a knack for putting folks at ease. He’s the first to buy a round at the tavern, the last to leave a dance floor, and the one who knows everyone’s name and story.
From a young age, Laf was a natural with a blade. Not because he craved combat, but because he found it… fun. Whether it was chopping wood or sparring with old swords found in his grandfather’s barn, Laf had a gift for wielding weapons. As he grew older, that talent became impossible to ignore, and when trouble came knocking—be it bandits or wild beasts—the townsfolk always looked to Laf. He took up the role of a part-time sheriff, more out of community spirit than ambition. He never sought power or authority; he just wanted to make sure his neighbors were safe and happy.
Laf’s dual-wield style was born out of practicality. He liked the feel of a weapon in both hands—light, balanced, and versatile. His twin blades, affectionately named “Sunny” and “Shade,” are as different as the sides of his personality: one sharp and bright, the other sturdy and dependable. He wields them with a casual, almost playful grace, often spinning and feinting like he’s dancing rather than fighting.
Life in his village was simple, but Laf thrived on it. He spent his days working odd jobs, lending a hand where needed, and his evenings at the tavern, telling stories and making new friends. He was the go-to man for settling disputes, not because of his authority but because he had a way of making people see the humor in their own arguments. When he wasn’t wearing the sheriff’s badge, he was known for his hearty laugh, his love of music, and his endless optimism.
But times have changed. Strange rumors have reached his small village—dark shapes seen at the forest’s edge, a chill in the wind even in summer, and travelers speaking of upheaval far beyond the village’s borders. Laf isn’t one to worry easily, but he’s learned to trust his gut, and it’s telling him something’s coming. He’s not sure what lies ahead, but he’s ready for it, blades in hand and a joke at the ready. So he set out for adventure and hasn't looked back since.