Lucky is a member of the Jenivere crew. He was found adrift off the coast of northwestern Cheliax, stark naked and hopelessly stricken with amnesia. As he knows no name of his own, and the crew thought him lucky to be alive, "Lucky" stuck. Lucky knows precious few details about himself: He is middle-aged, though he has no idea how old. What life did he leave behind? He was found at sea. Is he a sailor? He has a remarkable affinity for and some power over nature. Was he some sort of wizard or druid? He speaks polyglot. How in Heaven's name does he know polyglot? He has an insatiable addiction to spiced rum. That's an expensive drink - is he a noble?
He seems to be suffering some adverse effects of his time adrift in the Arcadian Ocean. His skin is permanently and disturbingly tinged a pale blue and veiny, like a body that's drowned. He is occasionally overcome with coughing fits where he coughs up large amounts of sea water, even if he hasn't been in the water for weeks. But despite the frail state of his lungs, he has yet to contract any of the myriad diseases that run rampant through a ship's crew.
He has picked up some skills since being rescued and employed upon the Jenivere. He's become a fair sailor. He can fly through the rigging. He has some talent for medicine. And he's picked up a fair amount of geography.
That is just about all Lucky knows about his life. He gets on well with the crew, especially the first mate, Devers. He has also become friendly with a couple of Jenivere's fares. He loves Gelik's long stories, and he secretly harbors some attraction to Sasha's fun and fiery demeanor. He has a few small possessions that he's gathered working on the Jenivere and an osprey named Bolt that has formed a close bond with him. The rest of his life is a complete mystery.
