Malcolm, Roman, Rylan
This roleplay is just a test for these personalities. It may or may not be considered canonical, and I may end up completely changing the names/characters for these Lucain.
"Set up camp, boys," Malcolm tossed the pack he had been carrying to the older of his two sons. He watched as the young man barely managed to catch it, staggering and grunting at the bag's heft. "I expect the tents to be set up by the time I get back."
Roman simply nodded, setting the bag on the ground and unzipping it. But Rylan had questions. "Where are you goin' pops?" he asked. "Aren't ya gonna help us?"