Lexin Amakiir
Dec 30, 2015 0:00:51 GMT
Post by deagler on Dec 30, 2015 0:00:51 GMT
Race: Elf
Name: Lexin Amakiir
Origin: Small village, no memory of name.
Weight: 130 lbs (without armor)
Height: 5' 8''
Appearance:
Lexin's arms are probably the first thing someone would notice when they met him. While they carried some physical girth, they were also covered from shoulder to wrist with what seemed like tribal black and gold tattoos. He often leaves these uncovered for whatever reason, but they are obviously quite old as some of the ink had faded in some areas.
The next thing you would notice was his physical shape. Lexin is notably stronger than the average Elf as considerable muscles stretch against his sinew skin all throughout his body (more so his upper). His skin would not be smooth as typical to his race, most limbs that are not covered sport at least one visible scar. These scars would be precise and concentrated, purposeful even. Confusing as they may be voluntary or carefully forced upon his body. If anyone were to see his back, it would most likely cause them to wretch. His back is layered in scar tissue, one over the next. Lashing scars swept in every direction, leaving his skin amphibiously bumpy to the touch.
His face is probably the LAST thing most people would pay attention to. Not barbaric or neanderthalic, he kept himself as naturally kempt as he could possibly bear. While lacking an auric charm, he did have a way of leaving an impression on people. Not a good, nor a bad one unless he intended to. Unlike the rest of his body, it did not have too many scars or deformities due to healed broken bones. As one would scan up they would see his eyes which are such a deep blue that they appear black when not under direct light. Despite the darkness in his eyes, they glint with anticipation before a fight.
All in all, he seems like a reasonable guy with some obvious dark secrets in his past. He seems like a character built for this kind of living, as if he had been doing so his entire life.
Name: Lexin Amakiir
Origin: Small village, no memory of name.
Weight: 130 lbs (without armor)
Height: 5' 8''
Appearance:
Lexin's arms are probably the first thing someone would notice when they met him. While they carried some physical girth, they were also covered from shoulder to wrist with what seemed like tribal black and gold tattoos. He often leaves these uncovered for whatever reason, but they are obviously quite old as some of the ink had faded in some areas.
The next thing you would notice was his physical shape. Lexin is notably stronger than the average Elf as considerable muscles stretch against his sinew skin all throughout his body (more so his upper). His skin would not be smooth as typical to his race, most limbs that are not covered sport at least one visible scar. These scars would be precise and concentrated, purposeful even. Confusing as they may be voluntary or carefully forced upon his body. If anyone were to see his back, it would most likely cause them to wretch. His back is layered in scar tissue, one over the next. Lashing scars swept in every direction, leaving his skin amphibiously bumpy to the touch.
His face is probably the LAST thing most people would pay attention to. Not barbaric or neanderthalic, he kept himself as naturally kempt as he could possibly bear. While lacking an auric charm, he did have a way of leaving an impression on people. Not a good, nor a bad one unless he intended to. Unlike the rest of his body, it did not have too many scars or deformities due to healed broken bones. As one would scan up they would see his eyes which are such a deep blue that they appear black when not under direct light. Despite the darkness in his eyes, they glint with anticipation before a fight.
All in all, he seems like a reasonable guy with some obvious dark secrets in his past. He seems like a character built for this kind of living, as if he had been doing so his entire life.
Personality:
Lexin has a natural standoffish and challenging disposition, always having to question whether something was done correctly or as efficiently as possible. Seemingly tired most of the time, he has a lot of idle habits for backstory reasons that many will notice (sniffing, coughing, cracking his back or neck, etc).
Despite the battle-scarred appearance he has and as intimidating as he can sometimes be, he is often friendly and of good humor. Though, you can't help but feel as if his personality is just a mask, used as a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close. That being said, he seems to have trust issues- even if he denies it (which he most likely will).
Overall, his dark past is, most of the time, pushed behind him in an attempt to help others and keep people from becoming mindless freaks. His ideals are set in stone and his mind is clear when in dire situations and whatever times necessary. Not as charismatic as most, his personality leads people to want to know why he is the way he is.
Lexin was an ambitious child, wanting to be a blacksmith and follow in his fathers' footsteps when he was younger. His love for the craft was unmatched, so his Elven father acted as his mentor in the art of banging metal. However, Lexin's father was not around as much as one would think given this bond. He often came home wounded and distraught, going to his room to weep in privacy while he bandages his wounds. His pain was felt throughout the house and had an impact on Lexin, enabling him to make an early break in his innocence. On his thirteenth birthday, Lexin had crafted his first sword- a masterpiece for a kid his age. That very same day was the day his village was visited by traders from another island. These traders promised Lexin's small village wealth and good fortune for the rest of their lives, they would turn their small island into the trade hub of the century. The night after their arrival, when everyone was asleep, his father went for a walk and told his wife and two sons to stay inside and lock the door. Lexin and his brother hid underneath their beds, listening to the howls of nearby wolves. There was a silence, no one knew what happened so his mother called his father's name. At that moment their mother was dragged out and maimed by two werewolves right in front of Lexin and his brother. Soon after, the werewolves ripped the children from their homes and chained them up. The ones who were not in wolf form were recognized as the traders from another island, far away. They marched Lexin and his brother, Ulrick, onto a slave ship and sailed to the werewolve's home land, leaving their home behind.
There was a ranking system within the pack of werewolves. The slaves could work their way up the ladder and eventually become werewolves themselves, becoming a part of the pack. Ulrick had always been jealous of Lexin and his bond with his father, craving the attention from anyone he could get any from. He resented Lexin, a brotherly love, but despised Lexin's mourning when they arrived. Lexin, on the other hand couldn't understand Ulrick's apathy, he hardly noticed or even acknowledged that his parents were dead. Lexin loved his parents, and now that they were both gone, he had to stick with the only family he had left. Lexin was, quite obviously shown by his appearance, a disrespectful and disobedient slave. The werewolves painted dishonorable tattoos up and down his arms before each whipping. He often dazed off while mining the valuable minerals the wolves tasked them to uncover. Regardless of his disobedience, Lexin and Ulrick eventually rose through the ranks, slowly immersing themselves in the pack. Lexin had no intention of staying from the start of this escapade, however, Ulrick had different ideas. Ulrick craved power. He encouraged Lexin that this life was meant to be and that he was weak for not accepting it. He believed Lycanthropy was a gift, not a curse. Lexin was not convinced, he bolted with his newfound physical prowess, fleeing the pack at the first moment given in the middle of the night after his initiation. Ulrick was enraged, not being able to comprehend why Lexin would leave him all alone- he felt betrayed. Ulrick was so fueled with rage and the feeling of betrayal, he was specifically tasked with bringing Lexin back to the wolf pack alive so he could suffer the consequences of what he had done.
Lexin has been on the run for years, throwing Ulrick's trail by curing his own Lycanthropy years later after he left the pack. One day when he was fully grown, he returned to his home village with no name. He reminisced about the memories of his family before the incident, tearing him up inside. He went into his childhood home and into his father's office. Reading all of his journals, notebooks, anything he could get his hands on. While reading, he found an entire journal on Lycanthropy, written by his father. It ripped his past memories to shreds, learning that his father was the reason those traders came to their village in the first place. His father was a part of their pack and he realized that bringing the werewolves there was a mistake. It was too late at that point, his father was deemed a traitor and murdered by his own pack when he tried to stop them. Lexin's life has been nothing but an empty drift, moving from one place to another in order to stay ahead of his brother who hunts him to this day. He's not entirely sure why he runs anymore, the knowledge he gained from his fathers' journals depressed him to the point of contemplating suicide. This is Lexin's ever-present internal struggle with his past that can literally never seem to leave him alone.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
Hello darkness, my old friend.
Lexin has a natural standoffish and challenging disposition, always having to question whether something was done correctly or as efficiently as possible. Seemingly tired most of the time, he has a lot of idle habits for backstory reasons that many will notice (sniffing, coughing, cracking his back or neck, etc).
Despite the battle-scarred appearance he has and as intimidating as he can sometimes be, he is often friendly and of good humor. Though, you can't help but feel as if his personality is just a mask, used as a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close. That being said, he seems to have trust issues- even if he denies it (which he most likely will).
Overall, his dark past is, most of the time, pushed behind him in an attempt to help others and keep people from becoming mindless freaks. His ideals are set in stone and his mind is clear when in dire situations and whatever times necessary. Not as charismatic as most, his personality leads people to want to know why he is the way he is.
Backstory (Spoilers):
Lexin was an ambitious child, wanting to be a blacksmith and follow in his fathers' footsteps when he was younger. His love for the craft was unmatched, so his Elven father acted as his mentor in the art of banging metal. However, Lexin's father was not around as much as one would think given this bond. He often came home wounded and distraught, going to his room to weep in privacy while he bandages his wounds. His pain was felt throughout the house and had an impact on Lexin, enabling him to make an early break in his innocence. On his thirteenth birthday, Lexin had crafted his first sword- a masterpiece for a kid his age. That very same day was the day his village was visited by traders from another island. These traders promised Lexin's small village wealth and good fortune for the rest of their lives, they would turn their small island into the trade hub of the century. The night after their arrival, when everyone was asleep, his father went for a walk and told his wife and two sons to stay inside and lock the door. Lexin and his brother hid underneath their beds, listening to the howls of nearby wolves. There was a silence, no one knew what happened so his mother called his father's name. At that moment their mother was dragged out and maimed by two werewolves right in front of Lexin and his brother. Soon after, the werewolves ripped the children from their homes and chained them up. The ones who were not in wolf form were recognized as the traders from another island, far away. They marched Lexin and his brother, Ulrick, onto a slave ship and sailed to the werewolve's home land, leaving their home behind.
There was a ranking system within the pack of werewolves. The slaves could work their way up the ladder and eventually become werewolves themselves, becoming a part of the pack. Ulrick had always been jealous of Lexin and his bond with his father, craving the attention from anyone he could get any from. He resented Lexin, a brotherly love, but despised Lexin's mourning when they arrived. Lexin, on the other hand couldn't understand Ulrick's apathy, he hardly noticed or even acknowledged that his parents were dead. Lexin loved his parents, and now that they were both gone, he had to stick with the only family he had left. Lexin was, quite obviously shown by his appearance, a disrespectful and disobedient slave. The werewolves painted dishonorable tattoos up and down his arms before each whipping. He often dazed off while mining the valuable minerals the wolves tasked them to uncover. Regardless of his disobedience, Lexin and Ulrick eventually rose through the ranks, slowly immersing themselves in the pack. Lexin had no intention of staying from the start of this escapade, however, Ulrick had different ideas. Ulrick craved power. He encouraged Lexin that this life was meant to be and that he was weak for not accepting it. He believed Lycanthropy was a gift, not a curse. Lexin was not convinced, he bolted with his newfound physical prowess, fleeing the pack at the first moment given in the middle of the night after his initiation. Ulrick was enraged, not being able to comprehend why Lexin would leave him all alone- he felt betrayed. Ulrick was so fueled with rage and the feeling of betrayal, he was specifically tasked with bringing Lexin back to the wolf pack alive so he could suffer the consequences of what he had done.
Lexin has been on the run for years, throwing Ulrick's trail by curing his own Lycanthropy years later after he left the pack. One day when he was fully grown, he returned to his home village with no name. He reminisced about the memories of his family before the incident, tearing him up inside. He went into his childhood home and into his father's office. Reading all of his journals, notebooks, anything he could get his hands on. While reading, he found an entire journal on Lycanthropy, written by his father. It ripped his past memories to shreds, learning that his father was the reason those traders came to their village in the first place. His father was a part of their pack and he realized that bringing the werewolves there was a mistake. It was too late at that point, his father was deemed a traitor and murdered by his own pack when he tried to stop them. Lexin's life has been nothing but an empty drift, moving from one place to another in order to stay ahead of his brother who hunts him to this day. He's not entirely sure why he runs anymore, the knowledge he gained from his fathers' journals depressed him to the point of contemplating suicide. This is Lexin's ever-present internal struggle with his past that can literally never seem to leave him alone.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
Hello darkness, my old friend.
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