Description
This elf's form is rigid and gaunt as if almost like a statue as his face is
seemingly expressionless as much as his gestures and movements. His cold
grey eyes are sharp and piercing as his gazes on his surroundings with an
intensity that is only accentuated by his widow's peak which gives his face a
very sharp avian quality. His hair is shaved very short and clean which
makes his long ears or rather the left one more pronounced for his right look
to have been mostly bitten off judging by the jagged scar and mangled flesh
that has been left behind. He does not look very strong in his torso and
arms that are slightly defined but not well developed. His legs however
look very powerful indeed obviously from the miles of road he must have
traveled. His complexion is soft and clean but is disrupted by the many
large rather prominent scars around his chest, arms and neck that disrupt the
perfection that is seen in most of his kin. He is not lame though and his
gestures a fluid and very deliberate as his grace seemingly explodes from his
otherwise rigid stance.
Role
Second Chance
Added Thu Feb 1 22:49:33 2007 at level 49:
Lothlorian looked out over the land from the ledge that he frequented often.
The Fortress of quiet and he was in contemplative mood for he had been
forgiven or at the very least accepted once again. His anger had been
replaced with the realization that maybe his expulsion had been justified.
He did not think of such things anymore, however. He did not dream of death
and of being lost, and he did not find himself confused. The firey torrent
of hate that swelled in him was calm once again and he was basking in it. His
desire was only to serve his Lord more.He wished for the understanding and
the wisdom that had escaped him since his journey had begun. Though his
thoughts had made him more stoic and introvertive he found the love and want
to protect his friends greated than it had ever for the more he thought on
his religion and faith the greater the desire was. Drifting from one thought
to the next he sat thinking on the battles and of his brothers and sisters as
the sun rose and light was upon the land once more. A faint smile curled on
his face as his eyes teared at the idea of his second chance and of the
things yet to come.
Branded
Added Mon Jan 29 11:08:01 2007 at level 45:
He awoke with a start. He no longer heard the voice of the Watcher. He no
longer heard the welcome of his brothers and sisters. Rising once again from
the dream that kept occurring in his past years but had reappeared, he sat
still thinking on the bits and fragments that he could remember and then on
his banishment.He had racked his brain, trying to think of his actions. He
tried to retrace his steps and still the confusion crept from the depths of
his mind. There was something new that had disturbed the solace of his mind,
the solace that he had worked so hard for, and that now had been replaced by
the lonliness and confusion that seemed to curse him in his youth. The anger
with each passing moment grew with each step that he was not answered, each
time he was forced to sit and think of what he had done. He had been branded
a coward by someone, and with each minute that passed that he did not know,
he grew more angry and defiant.
Realization
Added Sun Oct 29 10:39:11 2006 at level 20:
He traveled to find himself. Though this was something that he was sure of
the correct path he did not see anything gather in his mind that would help
him. He only became more and more confused of the behaviour that he saw. Of
all the contradictions in life that he had to witness, of the laws of man and
cruelty of most people he found. He did not understand why they were the way
they were. He was attacked frequently for nothing more than being seen
though he was a elf of little reknown and wealth. The logic behind this
aggression was simple sadism. This is what he reasoned and discovered it one
of the most vile enterprises yet he saw it in people that should not be as
such. All he had was the faith that he had discoved and of that he knew very
little.In this complex world he saw no resolution to the problems. He saw
no key to the complexity and though he could understand more as time went by
he had a realization. That in order to start to help the world, to protect
those in need he would have to start with himself. He did not know the world
or himself, but of those two he could work himself out faster. In a world of
chaos and pain one can only rely on the soothing warmth of reason and
goodness in oneself. Only through being good, in harboring that good in
one's heart and keeping that most sacred for no other reason but to have that
good, can one truly begin to help the world.
Deformity
Added Sun Oct 15 13:16:45 2006 at level 12:
My back was hunched over as I walked behind him with the others. We did not
speak or even look at each other. I did not want see their deformity for it
in turn had become mine. I did not want to speak to them for their ideas
were mine and strangely I thought that we had developed the same voice and I
feared the realization.All I could hear was the foot steps and grunts of
the others as we labored underneith our deformity. Where he had gone, I did
not know but I could not concentrate enough on the thoughts of him. Only
getting to the next bit of ground, the next hill to labor over was my main
concern now. I was not myself, of that I was sure, but I had become
something that I could not stop. I was lost.
Nightmares
Added Tue Oct 10 13:23:01 2006 at level 1:
He was a poor drifter, a tramp and he kept with me. Walking just behind me
but I could never hear his footsteps as we traveled. I always just assumed
that he was there. The traveling was easy until we entered a land of barren
trees, twisted and gnarled from limb to root. I kept walking until I
encountered the master of the realm. He a magician that exuded a power that I
feared from the moment I saw him. With him was an a group of unfortunates as
far as I could see for they were deformed. They were abominations of the
most perverse nature and they followed him cowering before his power just has
I was doing. I looked at my hand and saw that my skin started to change and
become as theirs but I did not want run from the magician for I did not want
anger him. I followed him just as the others and I did not know why. I
looked behind me seeing nothing and I thought to myself, "Where is my
companion".
Lothlorian awoke with a start. He opened his eyes and stayed still for
minute looking up at the ceiling of his room. He started having nightmares
about things that he did not understand. All he knew was that he was scared
whenever he awoke and he did not want to sleep again, but he had to and he
sat there preparing himself for next dream. He had been scared most of his
life, sheltered from the world in his home with his parents. The parents who
had made him scared why his mother's constant warnings of everything it
seemed and his father's silence that Lothlorian found comfort in but never
resolution to his fear.He did want it anymore and he was going out into the
world to face it whatever it may be.