Lorivar

Description: Opal to Red Warlord | dergon

Lorivar

    Opal to Red
  • Warlord
  • Played By: dergon

    Ruler of Undavi & Isle
    Askavi Terreille
    28 Posts    29 marks
Lorivar
« on: October 05, 2018, 10:10:07 AM »
Lorivar


The Basics


Full Name: Lorivar (lor for short)
Age: 212
Gender/Pronouns: male, him/his

Ethnicity: Eyrien
Birthplace: Askavi
Current Location: Askavi
Profession: Ruler of Undavi & Isle, First Escort to Lady Ilithian when not otherwise occupied

Caste: Warlord
Birthright Jewel: Opal (CUT 67)
Offering Jewel: Red (CUT 71)

Face Claim: Baptiste Giabiconi



The Body


Height: 6'2"
Body Type: War honed
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gold

Appearance:
Lor is all angles. Sharp, derisive eyebrows. Sarcastic mouth. Cynical eyes. A blade for a nose. His features are cutting, and his expression keen as a knife's edge. Often unpleasant, and at times comical.

He possesses a warrior's body. Hardened and scarred by war. Heavy with muscle, agile with need. His body it etched in ink and scars equally, a long story of bloody existence.

His is missing the tip of one wing, and the nail on his left thumb will never grow back straight. The ear of the same side hears nothing but a low whine, the missing tragus the only outward sign of the damage within.

Lor's wings are not the sky shrouding horror's of many Eyrien tales. They are sleek, agile things, made for cutting through enemies and racing through Runs. While he cannot make as sharp left turns as he did when his wing was whole, Lorivar has lost none of flight abilities.


The Mind


Craft Strengths: 15pts
Power Blast
Weapon Empowerment
Edge Walker
Craft Weaknesses: Physical Enhancement; too much power makes a body ache. Telekinetic Manipulation; usually Lor just ends up power blasting things instead, oops.  Passing Through Objects; just knock the damn door down.

Personality:
For a warrior who's resting expression is one resembling a scowl, Lor has a surprisingly calm air to him. When others rage and rush toward the cliff's edge of the killing fields, Lorivar smirks, eyes wide and mocking, as if shocked by their violent displays. Situations diffused by his refusing the bait. Pulling his brothers back from destruction with biting laughter or sarcastic remarks.

And when that does not work, there is his Red to subdue them. Lowly in caste, Mother Night kissed his cheek and gave him strength in his Jewels. Lorivar would have been no coward without them, but they give his words weight they would not possess otherwise. Weight he uses to his full advantage in managing friends and family. And destroying his enemies. Askavi's enemies.

Just a warlord. There is nothing princely about Lorivar. He is not pretty or petty or flowery. But he is a warlord. A beast on the battlefield when he steps onto it. Wardog. The killing fields are a place of clarity for Lor. Enemy and friend carefully divided in stark colors. Protective and dependable. And just a little bit ridiculous.


The Backstory


Family:
  • Aalian | Mother | White to Tiger Eye Priestess (deceased)
  • Landevar | Father | Opal to Red Prince(deceased)
  • Abbian| Sister | Tiger Eye to Summer-sky Queen

History:
Lorivar remembers the rich smell of earth. Roots dangling from the ceiling, soil falling on his upturned face. Stone crypts, worn smooth and full of gleaming skulls looking back at him. Hidden beneath his mother's temple until he could be hidden no more. Birthright performed by her hand in that same dark place. An Opal for the warlord son. First born. Only after did he see the sunlight. Witnessed the green shoots that rose from the roots he'd looked at all his life.

Saw too, sprawling battlefields filled with dead. Lead out by mother and father both. One bleeding as they walked, the other whispering rights to the fleeing souls.

No more hiding. A warrior's son was always meant to be a warrior, even if his mother cried at his leaving. Fingers clutching at his shirt, and then his wingtips as his father dragged him away. No real hunting camp, Lorivar learned as they moved. Child soldier. Shield bearer until there was no one left to hide behind and he found himself on the front lines. Opal to his father's Red. Lor's temper a panicked thing compared to the precise blade of his father's. But they both lived to see another day.

A mother swelling with child. A small sister born, scent heady even before her ceremony. Willful, ignorant girl child. Lor snuck her from beneath the earth so she could see the sun rise over the world. Beaten bloody by his father for the recklessness, but the look on her face worth it. Sun turning her umber eyes to brilliant gold.

They fractured into raiding bands. It was time for Lorivar to learn to fly outside his father's shadow. Young bucks mingled with grizzled warriors. Fresh strength to learn from old wisdom. Eyrien people and lands liberated slowly, so slowly, from Dhemlan hands. Lor's own party coming across a caravan of war prisoners and a couple of Eyrien queens being transported to no good end. They ladies are swiftly collected and shepherded to the island stronghold.

Not three years later, Lorivar finally makes his Offering. The temple is crumbling. Not his mother's haven, and another hand guides him. Straight into the night. Lorivar falls. Fast, far, mind spinning and soul nearly wrenching free of his body. Its heavy, and heady. His Red singing dark songs to him. He's rabid with it, for a time. Control-less and wild with fear and adrenaline. Chalice not quite aligned right after nearly sundering in his descent.

He destroys an entire settlement. Everything he'd learned from his father forgotten. The killing field roiling, every soul on it an enemy. It takes time and a hard leash to come back to himself. The feral gleam replaced by bland sarcasm. The stain never quite leaves his soul, but he learns to live in balance with himself.

In the end they won. Witch finally defeated. But it was a loss too. His settlement scattering. Friends drifting to find families made of blood rather than need. Lorivar remains. Too long a part of Undavi and Isle to go elsewhere, even if he loses his closest friend. And the calming touch that had kept him from becoming a madman forever.

His Red and cool head leads him to rise above others. The personality if not the caste to recommend him. The skill too. With the thread just beneath the surface. Lorivar expels the last of Witch's forces. Those who surrender he escorts to his borders and releases. The rest are executed.

Toward the end, the greatest threat against his province comes from within. Within Askavi at least. A queen testing his borders. Fighting him at every turn. Refusing to understand that these lands were his lands, even if he couldn't sing them to fruitfulness. He'd plowed fields, fished its coasts, and learned to lay trees down in the direction he wanted. And here she was, wanting to take it from him and expand her own power.

Three times more annoying when he found out it was Ilithian. Rebel girl. Stroking him with her Mother Night damned craft until he wasn't sure where his head was attached. Probably his ass with the concessions she managed. But Lorivar managed to gain the upper hand. He kept his province and took a place in her court as well, where he could better keep an eye on her.

Trouble from the moment he'd met her. She was bound to stir up more. Especially if she wanted to rule the whole damned territory. Lorivar figured she could have. Just not his slice.


The Writer


Player Name: dergon/cole
Player Pronouns: she/her
Timezone: -6
Contact: PM or discord
How did you find us?: I was in the closet

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The Darkness

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Re: Lor
« Reply #1 on: October 05, 2018, 10:14:54 AM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Opal
Cut 67
to
Red
Cut 71


As requested, THREE family rolls:
1: White to Tiger Eye
2: Opal to Red
3: Tiger Eye to Summer-sky
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The Darkness

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Re: Lorivar
« Reply #2 on: October 06, 2018, 12:22:14 PM »
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