Lethenir Vanether(Selk's 2nd Alt)
Nov 22, 2009 5:01:34 GMT -6
Post by Lethenir Vanether on Nov 22, 2009 5:01:34 GMT -6
Name: Lethenir Vanether
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Bangs parted down the middle with relatively short, straight hair all around.
Eye Color: Orange(That burns with the intensity of 10,000 suns!)
Age: 17
Appearance: His face always seems to be very flushed despite his pale complexion. He is very thin as well, weighing a meager 117 lbs. His slender frame is offset by his height of 5'1" which makes him look proportioned somewhat despite his weight. Because of his small stature he's definitely not the muscle man type.
Clothes: A torn and tattered white(not perfectly white due to wear and tear) cloak is worn over the rest of his vestments. A long sleeved forest green shirt is worn underneath a tanned hide sleeveless tunic. White(same as the cloak, although with much less tear but still some wear) pants are tucked into the tops of his common black hide boots.
Born in: Ilia
Story:Lethenir was the illegitimate son of a duke that holds rule over a small foothill town in Ilia. At the time of Lethenir's birth, this particular duke, Warren Zettz, was trying to expand his territory by marriage to the daughter of the duke on the other side off the mountain. He hoped to usurp the other duke's power in his old age by marrying his daughter and taking over both areas. He made a crucial mistake in his crafty plans, though. That 'mistake' was Lethenir. Warren had made this 'mistake' with one of the maids that worked in his castle, Sylvia Vanether.
The Duke and his daughter both found out about this and the offer for an alliance through marriage was immediately withdrawn. Sylvia was thrown into the dungeon, barely surviving the pregnancy on the stale bread, table scraps, and water that was brought to her.
The ones who knew of this event within Warren's lands was executed with no word of when or how it happened. They simply popped up dead in their own homes or at work. Clearly this had been the work of a contract set up by Duke Warren.
When the boy, Lethenir, was finally born and his mother died due to his birth, his life of servitude was decided. In order to make up for the misdoings of his mother and the fact that she was no longer around to serve, Lethenir would be the personal servant boy to Duke Warren. By the time Lethenir was old enough to walk and talk, he was doing chores, acting as a footstool, and getting slapped for looking Duke Warren in the face.
When the boy reached the age of ten, he felt like there was no hope for happiness in the world and that he'd soon be chucked into the dungeon for disobedience. The imprisonment never came, though. He was backhanded, struck with a cane, or had chairs thrown at him, but never put in the dungeon. He wondered why this was, and came to one conclusion. It was because Duke Warren loved to torture him....to see him squirm. Lethenir already had a defiant streak in him due to the years of oppression and 'servitude'. Now it became a personal vendetta. Defiance or obedience was no longer the question. It was defiance all the way. This continued until the boy was thirteen.
It was then that the 'executioner' from those years ago appeared one night before Lethenir went to bed. He stood at the entrance to a dark corridor that Lethenir usually passed by on his way to bed and he spoke from the shadows, his voice filled with an odd but resounding guilt. "Ten years, young Vanether. Ten years ago I killed everyone who knew the truth behind your existence," the man said as he silently moved towards Lethenir.
Lethenir opened his mouth and prepared to shout for help, but in the time it took him to blink the man already had his mouth covered with his hand and an arm wrapped around his neck. "If you want to stay alive then be silent," the man said.
"I have come here to teach you my ways so that you can escape this place. In nearly four years I am supposed to assassinate you, young Vanether....but I cannot bring myself to do it. I am a contract killer, but you are an innocent boy who has already suffered enough. So I have come to help you....out of my own guilt....how foolish I was back then. Every night from now on you will meet me in this corridor....and I will teach you....You will use the knowledge I bestow upon you to flee this place....to find your freedom.
Never knowing the name of his new master, Lethenir still refused to question the man. He did just as he was told. Every night he was practiced and drilled in the arts of escape, fleetness of foot, silence of step, and skill with a blade. And when four years were up, the master did not show for their nightly training session. Instead he left a small sword, a lockpick, a Vulnerary, and a note.
The note read:
I have left these for you so that you may complete your training. If you can escape alive then you will have earned your freedom. Good luck, Lethenir Vanether. I hope to see you again some day.
After folding the not promptly and placing it in his pants pocket, he then picked up the lockpick, which was attached to a slim silver chain necklace and put the necklace on. He tucked the lockpick underneath his tanned hide tunic so that only the chain was visible. He strapped the scabbard to the sword around his waist and sheathed the blade in it. As he clenched his fists and stared down the dark hallway, he took a deep breath and prepared for a long night.
Stats(Growths):
HP: 15(50%)
Str: 3(35%)
Skl: 5(60%)
Spd: 9(60%)
Lck: 4(40%)
Def: 3(35%)
Res: 2(30%)
Con: 5
Move: 6
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Bangs parted down the middle with relatively short, straight hair all around.
Eye Color: Orange(That burns with the intensity of 10,000 suns!)
Age: 17
Appearance: His face always seems to be very flushed despite his pale complexion. He is very thin as well, weighing a meager 117 lbs. His slender frame is offset by his height of 5'1" which makes him look proportioned somewhat despite his weight. Because of his small stature he's definitely not the muscle man type.
Clothes: A torn and tattered white(not perfectly white due to wear and tear) cloak is worn over the rest of his vestments. A long sleeved forest green shirt is worn underneath a tanned hide sleeveless tunic. White(same as the cloak, although with much less tear but still some wear) pants are tucked into the tops of his common black hide boots.
Born in: Ilia
Story:Lethenir was the illegitimate son of a duke that holds rule over a small foothill town in Ilia. At the time of Lethenir's birth, this particular duke, Warren Zettz, was trying to expand his territory by marriage to the daughter of the duke on the other side off the mountain. He hoped to usurp the other duke's power in his old age by marrying his daughter and taking over both areas. He made a crucial mistake in his crafty plans, though. That 'mistake' was Lethenir. Warren had made this 'mistake' with one of the maids that worked in his castle, Sylvia Vanether.
The Duke and his daughter both found out about this and the offer for an alliance through marriage was immediately withdrawn. Sylvia was thrown into the dungeon, barely surviving the pregnancy on the stale bread, table scraps, and water that was brought to her.
The ones who knew of this event within Warren's lands was executed with no word of when or how it happened. They simply popped up dead in their own homes or at work. Clearly this had been the work of a contract set up by Duke Warren.
When the boy, Lethenir, was finally born and his mother died due to his birth, his life of servitude was decided. In order to make up for the misdoings of his mother and the fact that she was no longer around to serve, Lethenir would be the personal servant boy to Duke Warren. By the time Lethenir was old enough to walk and talk, he was doing chores, acting as a footstool, and getting slapped for looking Duke Warren in the face.
When the boy reached the age of ten, he felt like there was no hope for happiness in the world and that he'd soon be chucked into the dungeon for disobedience. The imprisonment never came, though. He was backhanded, struck with a cane, or had chairs thrown at him, but never put in the dungeon. He wondered why this was, and came to one conclusion. It was because Duke Warren loved to torture him....to see him squirm. Lethenir already had a defiant streak in him due to the years of oppression and 'servitude'. Now it became a personal vendetta. Defiance or obedience was no longer the question. It was defiance all the way. This continued until the boy was thirteen.
It was then that the 'executioner' from those years ago appeared one night before Lethenir went to bed. He stood at the entrance to a dark corridor that Lethenir usually passed by on his way to bed and he spoke from the shadows, his voice filled with an odd but resounding guilt. "Ten years, young Vanether. Ten years ago I killed everyone who knew the truth behind your existence," the man said as he silently moved towards Lethenir.
Lethenir opened his mouth and prepared to shout for help, but in the time it took him to blink the man already had his mouth covered with his hand and an arm wrapped around his neck. "If you want to stay alive then be silent," the man said.
"I have come here to teach you my ways so that you can escape this place. In nearly four years I am supposed to assassinate you, young Vanether....but I cannot bring myself to do it. I am a contract killer, but you are an innocent boy who has already suffered enough. So I have come to help you....out of my own guilt....how foolish I was back then. Every night from now on you will meet me in this corridor....and I will teach you....You will use the knowledge I bestow upon you to flee this place....to find your freedom.
Never knowing the name of his new master, Lethenir still refused to question the man. He did just as he was told. Every night he was practiced and drilled in the arts of escape, fleetness of foot, silence of step, and skill with a blade. And when four years were up, the master did not show for their nightly training session. Instead he left a small sword, a lockpick, a Vulnerary, and a note.
The note read:
I have left these for you so that you may complete your training. If you can escape alive then you will have earned your freedom. Good luck, Lethenir Vanether. I hope to see you again some day.
After folding the not promptly and placing it in his pants pocket, he then picked up the lockpick, which was attached to a slim silver chain necklace and put the necklace on. He tucked the lockpick underneath his tanned hide tunic so that only the chain was visible. He strapped the scabbard to the sword around his waist and sheathed the blade in it. As he clenched his fists and stared down the dark hallway, he took a deep breath and prepared for a long night.
Stats(Growths):
HP: 15(50%)
Str: 3(35%)
Skl: 5(60%)
Spd: 9(60%)
Lck: 4(40%)
Def: 3(35%)
Res: 2(30%)
Con: 5
Move: 6
