Lachan
11-06-06, 02:09 AM
Name: Lachan
Age: 28
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Cerulean
Height: 6ft
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Lachan stands six feet tall, with vivid cerulean eyes. He’s muscular with a wiry frame, he has a rough face, handsome in a rugged sort of way, his hair is dirty blonde, straight and falls to his shoulders. He currently wears a leather cuirass, leather leggings, armored boots, and an iron bracer on his left arm, all well worn and mostly singed. He also carries a steel long sword, usually at the plain leather scabbard at his left hip, the scabbard is also nicely singed.
History: I’ve come from what I now know to be a different realm, my homeland was much like this, we had cities, forest, and mountain. My people are humans much the same as yours. I used to reside in the capital city of my country, I was a commanding battlemage in my queens royal army, I was honored, respected and feared. I was content with my life and others envied me for it, my arrival here can attest to that.
His name was Edgar, he was an ambitious man, always thinking of ways to further his rank, and one day his opportunity arose. It was after hours, I had just finished my duties and was going home when I was ambushed by three men, two I immediately recognized as Edgar and his flunky, both powerful mages and the third another mage. Edgar immediately blasted me with wave after wave of flames which I barely managed to dodge and deflect, and when he ceased I realized that what seemed a simple attack was merely a diversion, the two others had performed the ritual of banishment, a powerful spell that sent me to another realm, the realm of their power, the realm of fire. It was as if I was sent straight to hell, I wandered aimlessly for a time along what appeared to be a road to nowhere, preparing for what I knew I would have to do. Deciding it was time I dropped to a cross legged sitting position and began the ritual, it was extremely risky trying to handle the power to send myself from that realm, but I had no choice. I felt power rise within me, ready to consume me, I felt my control slipping, and when I thought I could hold it no longer I released my spell and with a the flames consuming me I was spat out and into the air ten feet above a city square, I’d never been more happy. It had worked and I was free once again, I fell to the ground with a resounding thump and after the dizziness passed I burst out in hysterical laughter, the townsfolk didn’t seem to mind much, they seemed to see strange things all the time. After I regained my senses I started to talk to anyone I could find, and then realized I didn’t get my spell quite right, I was not home I was what the locals called Scara Brae, and when I tried to summon power I found that I just couldn’t, I too used to use the fire realms power, but it seemed that when I left that place I severed my bond with it, but I knew my ability to harness magic was still there I just had to rediscover it’s outlet. And with that and some local knowledge I found my way here...now to find my way home.
Skills: moderate swordsmanship, also when I slay any powerful beast I absorb thier skills and attributes, for example. Physical absorptions alther my appearance. For example, if I were to slay a bear, I would become moderately stronger, bigger and slower. However this only works once for each type of beast.
Equipment: Singed leather cuirass, leather leggings and armored leather boots. Steel long sword with sheath, and a single iron bracer on my left forearm.
Age: 28
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Cerulean
Height: 6ft
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Lachan stands six feet tall, with vivid cerulean eyes. He’s muscular with a wiry frame, he has a rough face, handsome in a rugged sort of way, his hair is dirty blonde, straight and falls to his shoulders. He currently wears a leather cuirass, leather leggings, armored boots, and an iron bracer on his left arm, all well worn and mostly singed. He also carries a steel long sword, usually at the plain leather scabbard at his left hip, the scabbard is also nicely singed.
History: I’ve come from what I now know to be a different realm, my homeland was much like this, we had cities, forest, and mountain. My people are humans much the same as yours. I used to reside in the capital city of my country, I was a commanding battlemage in my queens royal army, I was honored, respected and feared. I was content with my life and others envied me for it, my arrival here can attest to that.
His name was Edgar, he was an ambitious man, always thinking of ways to further his rank, and one day his opportunity arose. It was after hours, I had just finished my duties and was going home when I was ambushed by three men, two I immediately recognized as Edgar and his flunky, both powerful mages and the third another mage. Edgar immediately blasted me with wave after wave of flames which I barely managed to dodge and deflect, and when he ceased I realized that what seemed a simple attack was merely a diversion, the two others had performed the ritual of banishment, a powerful spell that sent me to another realm, the realm of their power, the realm of fire. It was as if I was sent straight to hell, I wandered aimlessly for a time along what appeared to be a road to nowhere, preparing for what I knew I would have to do. Deciding it was time I dropped to a cross legged sitting position and began the ritual, it was extremely risky trying to handle the power to send myself from that realm, but I had no choice. I felt power rise within me, ready to consume me, I felt my control slipping, and when I thought I could hold it no longer I released my spell and with a the flames consuming me I was spat out and into the air ten feet above a city square, I’d never been more happy. It had worked and I was free once again, I fell to the ground with a resounding thump and after the dizziness passed I burst out in hysterical laughter, the townsfolk didn’t seem to mind much, they seemed to see strange things all the time. After I regained my senses I started to talk to anyone I could find, and then realized I didn’t get my spell quite right, I was not home I was what the locals called Scara Brae, and when I tried to summon power I found that I just couldn’t, I too used to use the fire realms power, but it seemed that when I left that place I severed my bond with it, but I knew my ability to harness magic was still there I just had to rediscover it’s outlet. And with that and some local knowledge I found my way here...now to find my way home.
Skills: moderate swordsmanship, also when I slay any powerful beast I absorb thier skills and attributes, for example. Physical absorptions alther my appearance. For example, if I were to slay a bear, I would become moderately stronger, bigger and slower. However this only works once for each type of beast.
Equipment: Singed leather cuirass, leather leggings and armored leather boots. Steel long sword with sheath, and a single iron bracer on my left forearm.