Post by lucan on Jan 23, 2011 13:56:27 GMT -6
Name:
Lucan Eyther
(pronounced luu-can eye-ther)
Age:
Nineteen
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
172lbs
Gender:
Male
Race:
Half Orc-Elf (Bard)
Appearance:
( Except a bit bigger, more manly, and more orcish xD; )
His orc traits are more prominent than his elven traits for the most part. Lucan’s skin is a medium grey colour, with a tiny hint of blue. His hair a bit more elfish in the touch-sense; rather than being coarse and snarly like that of an orc his hair is thin and smooth to the touch. It falls two inches past his shoulder with bangs falling off to the side and is a dark black colour. His eyes are a milky-white colour revealing his eyes have no use. His eyebrows are thick across his forehead, almost looking like a unibrow. For the most part, his face a bit more angled than that of an orc. Though, his prominent lower canine teeth show through his broader jaw. While the teeth are nowhere near as big and noticeable as those tusks on an orc the jutting teeth are a sure sign of an orc if nothing else in his appearance managed to give it away. Like both those of an orc and elf, his ears are pointed. A bit wider and more animal-like than that of an elf, however. Standing taller than most elves at 6’3” he towers over the elves he grew up around; his 172lbs frame a bigger than an elf’s slender frame but small than an orc’s muscular build. The elf in his blood has made him incapable of growing facial hair—or any body hair for that matter. For the most part his skin is smooth, no doubt from being raised among elves. However, his fingers are calloused and rough from playing the Lyre.
He tends to favour shorts and barefeet. Though he prefers big long-sleeved shirts, with hoods, to cover his torso. Around his neck he wears a heart-shaped pendant, the symbol of his deity, Hanali Celanil. His voice is just slightly deeper from that of an elf, though still has the melodic twinge to it when speaking elven. Not so much when he reverts to the common tongue. While his singing-voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to it could be a lot better—it’s just another thing he’s constantly working on.
crpp0001.uqtr.ca/w4/campagne/images/WotC_Art_Galleries/Races_Wild/Holy%20Symbol%20of%20Hanali%20Celanil%20by%20Dennis%20Crabapple%20McClain.jpg
(This is the pendent of his deity. The picture does not belong to me.)
Personality:
Being raised among elves he tends to favour their personality and views. Lucan grew up in an extremely accepting community; that accepting-personality has rubbed off on him—for the most part. He’s willing to give just about anyone a chance regardless of their race or background. There is one exception to this, however. And that would be to orcs, gnolls, and drow. Growing up he constantly heard nothing but bad and horrid things about those three races (his own birth testament to one) thus he has it implanted in his head that orcs, gnolls, and drow elves are bad news.
Lucan is a bit more touchy-feely than most would be comfortable with but, due to his birth defect, he likes to be able to feel what others “look” like. To those he hasn’t grown up with, though, that’s not often welcome. Most see the obvious signs of his orc heritage and tend to be afraid of him. This has caused him to feel self-conscious and, more often than not, he tends to dislike himself. Not to mention a low self-esteem is a problem for him.
He often tries to find ways to “make himself better”, in hopes that one he might be accepted in a society other than that of his home with the moon elves.
Despite the fact moon elves tend to be outgoing and social, Lucan has come up more shy. He absolutely sucks at striking up conversations. Not because he’s bad a talking (quite the contrary, actually) but more because he’s afraid to. With so many self-doubts, he constantly worries about what the other person’s reaction might be to him.
Background:
Lucan’s mother, Mialee Eyther, had been young and foolish when she got impregnated. She had studied the orc-tongue and thought it’d be interesting to meet an orc—after all, the stories she heard about them had to have been exaggerated! So, the next time an orc tribe had come near-ish she wanted to go see what they were like. Of course, not every orc is the same and there are many that could break the stereotype held over their head. Unfortunately, the one Mialee met fit the stereotype all too well. Thinking Mialee was there as some sort of scout to prepare an attack against the tribe the orc didn’t want to listen what the small moon elf had to say. Though, the orc knew the elf was definitely attractive. Thus, he decided to have his way with her before ending her life. Fortunately for Mialee (though, at the time, Mialee probably considered it “unfortunate) the orc never got the chance to kill her before she was saved by Rolen—another moon elf.
It was a couple weeks later she realized she was pregnant. Many times throughout the pregnancy Mialee considered killing the child… or herself. Though, every time she had doubts her mother would be there to help her through. The same with Rolen, he hardly left her side throughout the whole ordeal. And when the child was finally born Mialee, despite it all, couldn’t help but think the child was beautiful. Even though the child was born blind (a defect, no doubt, an effect from the mix of breeds) and with orc-like features she still found him beautiful. Soon after Rolen proposed and the two of them wed.
At first, the moon elf community was a bit wary about accepting anything orc into their society but, in the end, figured that the child would be better off raised among elves instead of abandoned or raised among orcs (not that the orcs would accept the child). For most of his life Lucan really didn’t know there was a difference between him and his elven brethren. It wasn’t until later in his life (around the age of ten) that Mialee told him of true heritage.
Around the age of thirteen he met this traveling bard. The music she played absolutely astounded him—it was probably the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Even more memory-sticking to him was that the bard had no problem with Lucan’s touchy-feely-ness. Since then he had decided he wanted to be a bard. His mother, ever so supportive of her son, got a lyre for him. Unlike so many other things in his past, he didn’t give this up after a week or two and he still practices bardic magic and songs to this day.
Roleplay Sample:
I’m Chase/Cielisar
http://www.flyingasparagus.proboards.com....play&thread=219
Other (Abilities, etc.):
Blur: By humming a small tune he is able to cloak himself with a shimmering aura, making his outline harder to discern.
Lightning Bolt: By singing an old storm song lightning erupts from an outstretched hand.
Thunderwave: By playing a tune on his lyre Lucan is able to send out a wave around him, hopefully knocking a less-sturdy enemy off balance in order to prepare for a follow up.
Lightning Hand: By singing loudly and boldly he can cover his hand in lightning. In closer combat if Lucan manages to hit the opponent it shocks the person he hits--the louder he sings and the harder he manages to hit the stronger the attack.
Heal Minor Wound: By humming a soothing song he is able to heal a small wound. Or, at the very least, make a more serious wound slightly more bearable.
Lucan Eyther
(pronounced luu-can eye-ther)
Age:
Nineteen
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
172lbs
Gender:
Male
Race:
Half Orc-Elf (Bard)
Appearance:
( Except a bit bigger, more manly, and more orcish xD; )
His orc traits are more prominent than his elven traits for the most part. Lucan’s skin is a medium grey colour, with a tiny hint of blue. His hair a bit more elfish in the touch-sense; rather than being coarse and snarly like that of an orc his hair is thin and smooth to the touch. It falls two inches past his shoulder with bangs falling off to the side and is a dark black colour. His eyes are a milky-white colour revealing his eyes have no use. His eyebrows are thick across his forehead, almost looking like a unibrow. For the most part, his face a bit more angled than that of an orc. Though, his prominent lower canine teeth show through his broader jaw. While the teeth are nowhere near as big and noticeable as those tusks on an orc the jutting teeth are a sure sign of an orc if nothing else in his appearance managed to give it away. Like both those of an orc and elf, his ears are pointed. A bit wider and more animal-like than that of an elf, however. Standing taller than most elves at 6’3” he towers over the elves he grew up around; his 172lbs frame a bigger than an elf’s slender frame but small than an orc’s muscular build. The elf in his blood has made him incapable of growing facial hair—or any body hair for that matter. For the most part his skin is smooth, no doubt from being raised among elves. However, his fingers are calloused and rough from playing the Lyre.
He tends to favour shorts and barefeet. Though he prefers big long-sleeved shirts, with hoods, to cover his torso. Around his neck he wears a heart-shaped pendant, the symbol of his deity, Hanali Celanil. His voice is just slightly deeper from that of an elf, though still has the melodic twinge to it when speaking elven. Not so much when he reverts to the common tongue. While his singing-voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to it could be a lot better—it’s just another thing he’s constantly working on.
crpp0001.uqtr.ca/w4/campagne/images/WotC_Art_Galleries/Races_Wild/Holy%20Symbol%20of%20Hanali%20Celanil%20by%20Dennis%20Crabapple%20McClain.jpg
(This is the pendent of his deity. The picture does not belong to me.)
Personality:
Being raised among elves he tends to favour their personality and views. Lucan grew up in an extremely accepting community; that accepting-personality has rubbed off on him—for the most part. He’s willing to give just about anyone a chance regardless of their race or background. There is one exception to this, however. And that would be to orcs, gnolls, and drow. Growing up he constantly heard nothing but bad and horrid things about those three races (his own birth testament to one) thus he has it implanted in his head that orcs, gnolls, and drow elves are bad news.
Lucan is a bit more touchy-feely than most would be comfortable with but, due to his birth defect, he likes to be able to feel what others “look” like. To those he hasn’t grown up with, though, that’s not often welcome. Most see the obvious signs of his orc heritage and tend to be afraid of him. This has caused him to feel self-conscious and, more often than not, he tends to dislike himself. Not to mention a low self-esteem is a problem for him.
He often tries to find ways to “make himself better”, in hopes that one he might be accepted in a society other than that of his home with the moon elves.
Despite the fact moon elves tend to be outgoing and social, Lucan has come up more shy. He absolutely sucks at striking up conversations. Not because he’s bad a talking (quite the contrary, actually) but more because he’s afraid to. With so many self-doubts, he constantly worries about what the other person’s reaction might be to him.
Background:
Lucan’s mother, Mialee Eyther, had been young and foolish when she got impregnated. She had studied the orc-tongue and thought it’d be interesting to meet an orc—after all, the stories she heard about them had to have been exaggerated! So, the next time an orc tribe had come near-ish she wanted to go see what they were like. Of course, not every orc is the same and there are many that could break the stereotype held over their head. Unfortunately, the one Mialee met fit the stereotype all too well. Thinking Mialee was there as some sort of scout to prepare an attack against the tribe the orc didn’t want to listen what the small moon elf had to say. Though, the orc knew the elf was definitely attractive. Thus, he decided to have his way with her before ending her life. Fortunately for Mialee (though, at the time, Mialee probably considered it “unfortunate) the orc never got the chance to kill her before she was saved by Rolen—another moon elf.
It was a couple weeks later she realized she was pregnant. Many times throughout the pregnancy Mialee considered killing the child… or herself. Though, every time she had doubts her mother would be there to help her through. The same with Rolen, he hardly left her side throughout the whole ordeal. And when the child was finally born Mialee, despite it all, couldn’t help but think the child was beautiful. Even though the child was born blind (a defect, no doubt, an effect from the mix of breeds) and with orc-like features she still found him beautiful. Soon after Rolen proposed and the two of them wed.
At first, the moon elf community was a bit wary about accepting anything orc into their society but, in the end, figured that the child would be better off raised among elves instead of abandoned or raised among orcs (not that the orcs would accept the child). For most of his life Lucan really didn’t know there was a difference between him and his elven brethren. It wasn’t until later in his life (around the age of ten) that Mialee told him of true heritage.
Around the age of thirteen he met this traveling bard. The music she played absolutely astounded him—it was probably the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Even more memory-sticking to him was that the bard had no problem with Lucan’s touchy-feely-ness. Since then he had decided he wanted to be a bard. His mother, ever so supportive of her son, got a lyre for him. Unlike so many other things in his past, he didn’t give this up after a week or two and he still practices bardic magic and songs to this day.
Roleplay Sample:
I’m Chase/Cielisar
http://www.flyingasparagus.proboards.com....play&thread=219
Other (Abilities, etc.):
Blur: By humming a small tune he is able to cloak himself with a shimmering aura, making his outline harder to discern.
Lightning Bolt: By singing an old storm song lightning erupts from an outstretched hand.
Thunderwave: By playing a tune on his lyre Lucan is able to send out a wave around him, hopefully knocking a less-sturdy enemy off balance in order to prepare for a follow up.
Lightning Hand: By singing loudly and boldly he can cover his hand in lightning. In closer combat if Lucan manages to hit the opponent it shocks the person he hits--the louder he sings and the harder he manages to hit the stronger the attack.
Heal Minor Wound: By humming a soothing song he is able to heal a small wound. Or, at the very least, make a more serious wound slightly more bearable.