Description
Before you stands what is at first glance just a human with tanned
complexion, like the desert people of Hamsah. After a bit, however, a few of
the peculiarities become evident. Humans do not have slightly pointed ears,
nor do they posses a silvery-white, cut neatly to the shoulders hair. His
posture is mostly straight backed, though lack of movement breeds a slight
hunch in the shoulders.His eyes are a dark obsidian, and only upon close
examination can you seperate the dark brown from the black of his pupil. On
what parts of him are not covered can be seen runes that are not of dwarvish
nature in a dark blue ink, and where this is most evident is across the base
of his neck, as he does well to hide the rest of the markings. You also
notice that...
Role
Backrounds
Added Mon Jul 11 14:53:37 2005 at level 1:
Levan, like most of his race, never knew his father...or his mother for that
matter, as she died in childbirth. His first memories where than of being
raised in slavery, prisoner of the drow. In the absence of a true mother,
Levan was raised by another human woman of the same village. As he grew, he
learned of morality, ethics, and what it meant to be a decent human from this
woman, and she was in every way a mother to him. When he hit the age of
fourteen however, the weight of slavery amongst the drow had truely landed
upon Levan's shoulders.His was the job to provide entertainment for the
nobles...against animals and other slaves. Somehow, he managed to survive
like this, enduring the cruel tortue and learning basic skill with the sword.
Once he hit the age of eighteen, however, he became the target of cruel
experimentation. Drow wizards would visit him day after day, attempting to
use him as a vessel through which the dead could speak to them and impart
their secrets of creation. Levan was forced to endure this pain week after
week, and month after month, having no recollection of the times where his
body was no longer his.As such he lost years of his life to being
possessed, drifiting in and out of conciousness. Finally, a raiding party of
elves struck at the small drow slaving party that had been moving him to
another city, and another group of wizards, and he used the oppurtunity to
free himself, and follow the elves out of the underdark. He was sure the
elves knew he was there, yet they ignored his presence, what with him being
part drow.
It took until Levan finally arrived on the surface until he realized that he
was completely lost. He began his wandering stage, shying away from the city
of lights that burned his still sensitive eyes.He wandered with purpose,
however. He wished vengeance on his captors, and he sought the means to do
it. Upon finally finding those elves that had raided his party, he first
imparted his thanks upon them, which they haugtily refused. If they were to
refuse him that gratitude, Levan said, perhaps they would aid him in his
vengeance. They again refused him this, so he had nothing to dwell upon
while he left, except his anger.
Vengeace in it's purest form died out of Levan within a few months of
wandering. This anger was all he had to dwell upon, and dwell upon it he
did, until it became his focus, and his center.The anger defined Levan and
he worshipped it as the source of his strength.It was his means to an end,
and now he had to train in order to use it as a weapon.It was as such that
he arrived upon the Shaman's guild of galadon, and, finding his lord, the
Lord of Inner Fire, a perfect match to his needs, he set about seeking out
aid.
Personalities.
Added Mon Jul 11 14:56:21 2005 at level 1:
Levan is interested in one thing, Justice. Justice in it's most primal form.
realizes what the drow slavers had done to him to be a corruption of the
humanity of anything. The anger dervived from his experience no longer burns
hot, though it is known to flare up on occasion. His purpose now is to bring
justice to all those who seek to harm, torture, enslave, and kill those that
they deem less than themselves, those who hold taint in their hearts. His
dedication to this is great, and as such his focus never wavers for long.
However, he does realize that there is a time and place for humour, and that
it is a part of him that makes him more human than his drown half-kin. He
therefore embraces it when the oppurtunity is given, though not when it is
inappropriate.