Liam Sagewood
02-22-15, 12:43 AM
Name: Liam Godwyn Sagewood
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17 years old
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Gray-green
Appearance: A moderately tall young man, Liam is lightly muscled, enough to be able to lift a decent weight without effort, but not so much as to look absolutely ridiculous for his height. He used to wear moderately expensive clothing with his family sigil, a white oak emblazoned on a dark gray shield on green background, but has since moved on to wearing comfortable travelling clothes that are easily washed almost anywhere, as he prefers to live the life of adventure at current as opposed to being immediately identified as the son of a noble, no matter how minor. He tends toward the colors of green and royal blue, though he also enjoys wearing tan and gold items. His blond hair is approximately shoulder length and he keeps it trimmed to that manageable length, considering any closer of a cut to be beneath him. His face is meticulously clean-shaven, as he despises facial hair in all of its grimy, itchy forms. Not even sideburns curse his face. His eyes are gray-green and the irises seem to be formed from hard, clouded emerald.
Personality: Liam is a cold, heartless bastard. Born and raised into the Sagewood family, a lower ranking noble house in Salvar, he learned at an early age the cost of showing mercy, or expecting it. He was taught the importance of maintaining his composure at all times, and of not showing the slightest hint of compassion to those below him, lest he be taken advantage of. He is a fairly decent manipulator, however, and has learned to use his young age and what is supposed to be the naivety of youth to gain some measure of compassion and trust from those above him. However, he has few words to spare for those he considers his inferiors, and will even go so far as to threaten them with physical violence if they get in his way. He is not spoiled, however, and learned through several harsh life lessons that one must fight for what they desire, and then forever fight to keep it.
He is ambitious, more than a little greedy, and extremely prideful, to the point where if someone insults his pride he will go to nearly any lengths to recover the lost portion of his ego, pushing his body and mind to the furthest reaches in order to prove that he can ascend to a level far beyond the person who had humbled him. As such, he comes off as extremely competitive and even combative with those who are considered his rivals or enemies. Despite being born into nobility, the young man knows that there is no substitute for being able to do things for one’s self. His determination to be able to work for himself and defend himself has led to him becoming withdrawn, relying on few others, and even seeming to all intents and purposes entirely narcissistic and self-centered.
He can be friendly, if only to get something he wants out of someone, though he does have some friends who he will clown around and joke with. He saves that friendlier portion of his personality for those he considers his peers or friends and not his superiors (whom he always seeks to surpass) or his inferiors (which he generally looks upon with disdain). In the company of many inferiors, he will attempt to restrain himself to a type of reserved civility, but that is the best he will do. However, when dealing with those who he can’t help but admit are better than him, he will play the kiss-ass if it suits his desire to be taught by, and thus capable of exceeding, them.
Of his few redeeming traits, he is loyal to those who prove themselves as worthy of his company, and will fight for those he considers his allies, though sometimes his version of fighting goes beyond the physical into mental, emotional, and political warfare. He cares little about the emotions of those who do not belong in his small circle of compatriots, and will trample nearly anyone he has no use for underfoot if they don’t move out of his way quickly enough.
While most would assume his ambitions lie in the direction of the throne of Salvar, Liam has no interest in political power, as it changes hands too quickly to be any clear indication of any man’s superiority over another. He desires a far more tangible form of power, the ability to crush those who oppose him underfoot and take anything he wants with no physical consequences. As such, he pours all of his energy into military tactics, arcane sorcery, and any other form of power he can get his hands on, though he leaves the political arena to others as it bores him.
History: Born to the Sagewood family, feudal owners of a small town near the southernmost Salvarn coast, Liam grew up on the border of the sea, surrounded by people who led simple lives, earning livings in the small patches of farmland inland and fishing avenues along the coast. Watching these people, he was always filled with a sense of disdain that anyone could be happy living such a simple life when there’s a whole world out there to explore. At about the age of eleven, he turned his attentions inward to his parents’ small library. He had learned to read years earlier at his father’s insisting, and used that ability to the utmost, tearing through every book on military history he could find, and even digging out the very few arcane tomes located in the small mansion his family called home.
To put it simply, the young man was bored out of his mind being stuck on the outskirts of this small fishing village, and used history, arcane knowledge, and even some adventure books to escape the place, at least mentally, for a time. For years he studied, pressing through every book in the library until one day his father decided it was time for him to put his studies to good use. He was given a horse, money for boat passage, and escort by his father and sent to live in a monastery in Corone.
He was full of life and vigor during the journey, looking out upon things he had only before read about in the books his father owned. However, when he arrived at the overgrown monastery in northeast Corone, surrounded by people who treated him with a somewhat respectful distance, he began to grow bored once more. He spent most of his time in the monastic library, reading through dictionaries on foreign languages, military tactics, and even spiritual tomes written by the Order of Ai’bron. While the knowledge was certainly intriguing, he began to realize that there was a small problem regarding him learning these things: he had nowhere he could put his knowledge to use. His father had a few mercenaries under his command, the cold ruthless bastards that had taught Liam the art of the sword and spear, but he didn’t have a full platoon of soldiers in the entire county.
Nor did the Lord Sagewood necessarily have any use for a son who could toss fireballs on command, regardless of the amount of power the young man would eventually be able to summon. What awaited young Liam was something he feared more than anything else on the face of Althanas: a life of boredom, doomed to collecting taxes, paying taxes, and doing paperwork. It was that realization that led to the young man concocting a plan that would eventually, at least in his mind, give him the entertainment he so desired.
He began writing a series of notes, a personal manifesto and plan of action that would enable him to combine his knowledge of military matters and his knowledge of the arcane into a weapon that would allow him to keep himself entertained for the rest of his life, perhaps even eternity if he could learn a method of attaining an immortal body.
He collected all of his papers together, memorized them, and burned them in the monastery’s fireplace. The time for study had come to an end. The time to put his knowledge to use had come at last. With an indignant huff, he walked out through the gates of the monastery and into what he hoped would be history. One day he might return to Salvar, but he would be standing at the head of an army, ready to strike down and take power as the finest military genius in the history of the world. Though he would never take over Salvar, as his interests lied purely in using martial and magical might for his own benefit, he would at least give them something to think about.
Skills
Average Swordsmanship: Liam is an average swordsman, able to match the abilities of most common swordfighters.
Above Average Spearmanship: Liam is an above average spearman, able to use spears, lances, and halberds at a slightly higher level than the average soldier.
Eidetic Memory: Liam cannot forget anything he has ever seen, heard, tasted, smelled, or felt, except by magical means.
Abilities:
Third Eye (Novice): Through meticulous study and practice, Liam has opened his Third Eye, granting him the ability to see the energy through which magic is practiced. At current, he has the ability to know when magic is being practiced by seeing the energy of the spell. At this level, he cannot precisely predict the kind of magic being cast, but only that magic is being cast. It also allows him to identify people with high degrees of magical power, and grants the ability to pierce through low-level illusions with some effort.
Lightning Magic (Beginner): Liam is capable of controlling Lightning-based magic at a very small degree. Due to his lack of actual practice and the lack of patience his instructors had with his desire to learn magic, Liam was only ever able to cause small jolts of electricity to form in his hands and at the tips of his weapons. It’s enough to tickle, but not enough to cause even minor singes to the skin. With prolonged contact, a couple of hairs might burn.
Items:
A Two-Piece Spear: Liam carries on his person a spear that separates into two parts. The top portion of the spear, which is basically a fat iron shortsword, is often in a leather sheathe at his side, and he uses it as a light shortsword when he’s in a bind and can’t put his spear together in time to actually be able to use it. On his back, or often in his hands, is an oak pole with a locking mechanism imbedded in the top for the small sword to lock into, creating a single, solid spear. Ordinarily, he uses this wooden shaft as a walking stick or keeps it on his back when not in a combat situation.
Cloak of Warmth: A simple cotton cloak, white-green in color, enchanted with a simple warmth enchantment. It protects the wearer from cold weather better than fabric alone.
Miscellaneous: Liam carries an assortment of basic hygiene products, a couple of adventure novels, and a razor enchanted to prevent razor burns and cuts that never dulls (it is incapable of being used to cut through skin at all, and thus I chose not to count it as a weapon or separate item, and have listed it here until instructed otherwise) on his person when travelling, though if he is staying at an inn or someone’s home, he will leave these things in his room.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17 years old
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Gray-green
Appearance: A moderately tall young man, Liam is lightly muscled, enough to be able to lift a decent weight without effort, but not so much as to look absolutely ridiculous for his height. He used to wear moderately expensive clothing with his family sigil, a white oak emblazoned on a dark gray shield on green background, but has since moved on to wearing comfortable travelling clothes that are easily washed almost anywhere, as he prefers to live the life of adventure at current as opposed to being immediately identified as the son of a noble, no matter how minor. He tends toward the colors of green and royal blue, though he also enjoys wearing tan and gold items. His blond hair is approximately shoulder length and he keeps it trimmed to that manageable length, considering any closer of a cut to be beneath him. His face is meticulously clean-shaven, as he despises facial hair in all of its grimy, itchy forms. Not even sideburns curse his face. His eyes are gray-green and the irises seem to be formed from hard, clouded emerald.
Personality: Liam is a cold, heartless bastard. Born and raised into the Sagewood family, a lower ranking noble house in Salvar, he learned at an early age the cost of showing mercy, or expecting it. He was taught the importance of maintaining his composure at all times, and of not showing the slightest hint of compassion to those below him, lest he be taken advantage of. He is a fairly decent manipulator, however, and has learned to use his young age and what is supposed to be the naivety of youth to gain some measure of compassion and trust from those above him. However, he has few words to spare for those he considers his inferiors, and will even go so far as to threaten them with physical violence if they get in his way. He is not spoiled, however, and learned through several harsh life lessons that one must fight for what they desire, and then forever fight to keep it.
He is ambitious, more than a little greedy, and extremely prideful, to the point where if someone insults his pride he will go to nearly any lengths to recover the lost portion of his ego, pushing his body and mind to the furthest reaches in order to prove that he can ascend to a level far beyond the person who had humbled him. As such, he comes off as extremely competitive and even combative with those who are considered his rivals or enemies. Despite being born into nobility, the young man knows that there is no substitute for being able to do things for one’s self. His determination to be able to work for himself and defend himself has led to him becoming withdrawn, relying on few others, and even seeming to all intents and purposes entirely narcissistic and self-centered.
He can be friendly, if only to get something he wants out of someone, though he does have some friends who he will clown around and joke with. He saves that friendlier portion of his personality for those he considers his peers or friends and not his superiors (whom he always seeks to surpass) or his inferiors (which he generally looks upon with disdain). In the company of many inferiors, he will attempt to restrain himself to a type of reserved civility, but that is the best he will do. However, when dealing with those who he can’t help but admit are better than him, he will play the kiss-ass if it suits his desire to be taught by, and thus capable of exceeding, them.
Of his few redeeming traits, he is loyal to those who prove themselves as worthy of his company, and will fight for those he considers his allies, though sometimes his version of fighting goes beyond the physical into mental, emotional, and political warfare. He cares little about the emotions of those who do not belong in his small circle of compatriots, and will trample nearly anyone he has no use for underfoot if they don’t move out of his way quickly enough.
While most would assume his ambitions lie in the direction of the throne of Salvar, Liam has no interest in political power, as it changes hands too quickly to be any clear indication of any man’s superiority over another. He desires a far more tangible form of power, the ability to crush those who oppose him underfoot and take anything he wants with no physical consequences. As such, he pours all of his energy into military tactics, arcane sorcery, and any other form of power he can get his hands on, though he leaves the political arena to others as it bores him.
History: Born to the Sagewood family, feudal owners of a small town near the southernmost Salvarn coast, Liam grew up on the border of the sea, surrounded by people who led simple lives, earning livings in the small patches of farmland inland and fishing avenues along the coast. Watching these people, he was always filled with a sense of disdain that anyone could be happy living such a simple life when there’s a whole world out there to explore. At about the age of eleven, he turned his attentions inward to his parents’ small library. He had learned to read years earlier at his father’s insisting, and used that ability to the utmost, tearing through every book on military history he could find, and even digging out the very few arcane tomes located in the small mansion his family called home.
To put it simply, the young man was bored out of his mind being stuck on the outskirts of this small fishing village, and used history, arcane knowledge, and even some adventure books to escape the place, at least mentally, for a time. For years he studied, pressing through every book in the library until one day his father decided it was time for him to put his studies to good use. He was given a horse, money for boat passage, and escort by his father and sent to live in a monastery in Corone.
He was full of life and vigor during the journey, looking out upon things he had only before read about in the books his father owned. However, when he arrived at the overgrown monastery in northeast Corone, surrounded by people who treated him with a somewhat respectful distance, he began to grow bored once more. He spent most of his time in the monastic library, reading through dictionaries on foreign languages, military tactics, and even spiritual tomes written by the Order of Ai’bron. While the knowledge was certainly intriguing, he began to realize that there was a small problem regarding him learning these things: he had nowhere he could put his knowledge to use. His father had a few mercenaries under his command, the cold ruthless bastards that had taught Liam the art of the sword and spear, but he didn’t have a full platoon of soldiers in the entire county.
Nor did the Lord Sagewood necessarily have any use for a son who could toss fireballs on command, regardless of the amount of power the young man would eventually be able to summon. What awaited young Liam was something he feared more than anything else on the face of Althanas: a life of boredom, doomed to collecting taxes, paying taxes, and doing paperwork. It was that realization that led to the young man concocting a plan that would eventually, at least in his mind, give him the entertainment he so desired.
He began writing a series of notes, a personal manifesto and plan of action that would enable him to combine his knowledge of military matters and his knowledge of the arcane into a weapon that would allow him to keep himself entertained for the rest of his life, perhaps even eternity if he could learn a method of attaining an immortal body.
He collected all of his papers together, memorized them, and burned them in the monastery’s fireplace. The time for study had come to an end. The time to put his knowledge to use had come at last. With an indignant huff, he walked out through the gates of the monastery and into what he hoped would be history. One day he might return to Salvar, but he would be standing at the head of an army, ready to strike down and take power as the finest military genius in the history of the world. Though he would never take over Salvar, as his interests lied purely in using martial and magical might for his own benefit, he would at least give them something to think about.
Skills
Average Swordsmanship: Liam is an average swordsman, able to match the abilities of most common swordfighters.
Above Average Spearmanship: Liam is an above average spearman, able to use spears, lances, and halberds at a slightly higher level than the average soldier.
Eidetic Memory: Liam cannot forget anything he has ever seen, heard, tasted, smelled, or felt, except by magical means.
Abilities:
Third Eye (Novice): Through meticulous study and practice, Liam has opened his Third Eye, granting him the ability to see the energy through which magic is practiced. At current, he has the ability to know when magic is being practiced by seeing the energy of the spell. At this level, he cannot precisely predict the kind of magic being cast, but only that magic is being cast. It also allows him to identify people with high degrees of magical power, and grants the ability to pierce through low-level illusions with some effort.
Lightning Magic (Beginner): Liam is capable of controlling Lightning-based magic at a very small degree. Due to his lack of actual practice and the lack of patience his instructors had with his desire to learn magic, Liam was only ever able to cause small jolts of electricity to form in his hands and at the tips of his weapons. It’s enough to tickle, but not enough to cause even minor singes to the skin. With prolonged contact, a couple of hairs might burn.
Items:
A Two-Piece Spear: Liam carries on his person a spear that separates into two parts. The top portion of the spear, which is basically a fat iron shortsword, is often in a leather sheathe at his side, and he uses it as a light shortsword when he’s in a bind and can’t put his spear together in time to actually be able to use it. On his back, or often in his hands, is an oak pole with a locking mechanism imbedded in the top for the small sword to lock into, creating a single, solid spear. Ordinarily, he uses this wooden shaft as a walking stick or keeps it on his back when not in a combat situation.
Cloak of Warmth: A simple cotton cloak, white-green in color, enchanted with a simple warmth enchantment. It protects the wearer from cold weather better than fabric alone.
Miscellaneous: Liam carries an assortment of basic hygiene products, a couple of adventure novels, and a razor enchanted to prevent razor burns and cuts that never dulls (it is incapable of being used to cut through skin at all, and thus I chose not to count it as a weapon or separate item, and have listed it here until instructed otherwise) on his person when travelling, though if he is staying at an inn or someone’s home, he will leave these things in his room.