"Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come."
Full Name: Phozenzia Len’Nagarath Læbirius
Race:
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'
Weight: 166lbs
Birthdate: 45th of Ash, Year 99, Age of Steel
Birthplace: Kalzasi
Profession: Cleric, ???
Titles
Factions
Enemies
Partners ???
Sexuality: Polyamorous
Languages
Fluent: Common, Vastian
Conversational: Vallenor
Race:
- Mixed Blood {Re’hyæan Hytori Father/Human{Vastian} Mother}
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'
Weight: 166lbs
Birthdate: 45th of Ash, Year 99, Age of Steel
Birthplace: Kalzasi
Profession: Cleric, ???
Titles
- Prince of Bones
Factions
- Immaculists
Enemies
Partners ???
Sexuality: Polyamorous
Languages
Fluent: Common, Vastian
Conversational: Vallenor
My Mind is a Labyrinth
- Things I Like:
Necromancy| Magic| Training| Honing his talents| Adventuring| Testing his limits| Researching| Poisonous Creatures| Green and its many shades and hues - What Pisses Me Off:
The Uneducated| Narrow-minded people| Those who hinder his research| Most of the Nobility| Recklessness - My Virtues:
Compassionate| Perceptive| Charismatic| Determined - My Detriments:
Callus| Nihilistic| Unempathetic| Obsessive
Læbirius is an enigma, as his personality holds many facets born from his upbringing and trauma. Some facets he displays openly but there are darker notes that are kept locked away, hidden beneath his facade. If one were to delve a little deeper, Læbirius has several personality traits that set him apart from most.
- Charismatic: From the allure of his eyes, the seductive tone in his words, or the inviting langue his physique hints at, Læbirius is a charmer through and through. As the main facet that most who meet him experience, Læbirius is known to be that one friend you can come and spend hours talking to. Being that he is not from the lands of his father, the mixed blood does his best to meet new people, and his charm allows him to draw people in to get to know them better. His manner is pleasant and soothing, something he learned watching his mother when she dealt with her patients.
Bloodthirsty: Somewhere deep down under the surface of his peasant exterior stirs a thirst for bloodshed. It was first noticed by his foster father when they killed the bandits that took his mother. His first time spilling blood was the first time he was able to vent and express the hatred he had for the bandits and the grief he never got to deal with from losing his mother. Killing those who deserve it most is not so much a want, but more so a need as it's a drug for him, and in some ways cathartic.
Obsessive: After the tragic death of his mother, Læbirius develop an obsession with the powers of life and death and delves deep into the ways of necromancy and soul research. When he is excited about discovering something new within his macabre research, he can act over the top, showing exaggerated emotions. Despite his usual appearance brimming with confidence and determination, Læbirius is not above tearing himself down calling himself a fool or idiot if he misses important information or details.
Not Himself: Finally, as a note, those who have witnessed it, have accounted that there are moments when Læbirius's demeanor does a complete shift. He becomes, sadistic, having the playful charm of a predator teasing its prey. Those who witness this have noted that whenever this occurs his eyes blare bright with glowing amber. In this state, Læbirius is truly unpredictable, as he can be nearly as ruthless as he is gentle, as passionate as he is harsh, and as sadistic as he is empathetic. These moments most notably take hold if he has used his Mesmer rune frequently.
Do I Turn You On?
- Læbirius is a slim but athletically fit young man. He has butter-pecan brown skin, and a near-flawless complexion, save for his face which has lightly speckled discolorations. He has an athletic build sporting a very visible set of abs and a semi-pumped-up chest and well-toned arms and legs. His thighs and glutes are a little thicker than his arms are chest, due to running and climbing on things. The most notable feature about Læbirius is his eyes, a hazel-like amber that can take the breath away from most onlookers. Some even say they hold an otherworldly glow of gold about them.
Rune Magics
Rune of Summoning - Apprentince
- The Rune of Summoning rests on the back of his left hand. It glows an ethereal and vibrant hue of emerald green.
Rune of Mesmer - Apprentince
- The Rune of Mesmer rests on the back of his right hand. It glows an ethereal and hauntingly chilling hue of green.
Trials & Tribulations
"I honestly can't say how my life before coming to the Solunarium would have ended up as, I was too young to really care after what I had been subjected to. For the longest time, it was just me and my mother as we traveled across the Region of Karnor, a woman of peerless beauty and a big heart. She would give the clothes off her back if she could. She was a doctor, using medicine and magic to soothe the pain of others. She taught me many things, how to survive on my own, how to tend to people and animals, and most importantly the power of kindness.
My mother often spoke of a foreign land full of beauty and wonder. It's how I learned to speak the language of her homeland. If there was something I wanted I had to ask in either Vellonor or Vastian. Because it was a language others hadn't heard before, I often would use it to make fun of the other kids that would pick on me sometimes. Learning that along with some of her culture brought me and my mother close, a bond that helped us get through the hard times together.
I soon learned however the world we lived in wasn't as kind as she would have made it out to be. It was when I had turned ten that I began to see the world for what it was. This is because a group of bandits, led by an ork, ransacked the village we had been staying in, as my mother was assisting them with a sickness that had broken out. I sat there as my mother's last breaths left her body, too shaken to move, to think, to do anything really. The loss of the one person who loved me was crippling, that being the least of my troubles. The bandits took me, using me as a scout to help them raid other small settlements and farms. Each day was brutal, and I was beaten and abused for quite some time.
It was by a stroke of luck, hell maybe even fate that one day I was able to escape my brutish wardens. I was a teenager now, and I ran for my life and got as far as I could before collapsing from exhaustion. When I awoke I was in the home of a lone stranger, a solitary man who lived out in the wilderness of the Wild Kings Forge. He never pressed me about what happened and why I was in the first alone, but he assured me that whoever I had fled would never find me.
He become like a father figure to me, and soon he was teaching me the art of being a warrior of shadows. I trained day and night, for as long as I could till I couldn't anymore. I found that out of all the weapons my foster father had at his disposal, I took to the scythe. Something about it called to me, it spoke to something in my soul. By the time I was 18 had forged myself in the way of combat and was ready. I didn't know what I was training for, but that night, I found out.
That night the both of us tracked down the bandit group I had escaped from. Slipping into their camp we waited till night had fallen. As they rested in their camp of debauchery, my foster father and I slaughtered them all, filling the night air with their screams. It was, at least to me, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard before in my life. More importantly, I was enamored by the final looks on their faces, the last moments of their pathetic lives flashing before them. That moment was the most beautiful thing for me.
By the morning I was basking in the sunrise with the blood of those bastards on my face, and my foster father was pleased with the potential he saw. For the next three years, I trained under him, honing my basic understanding of martial arts as well as researching the different methods of necromancy that are practiced. He also initiated me into my first magic, Mesmer, though something happened during the initiation process that spooked him, but he would never tell me what had happened.
By the time I was 23 years old, I came to the cottage we lived in, only to find that everything was gone. Everything except a man standing there. He was of foreign descent, with skin kissed by the sun, and hair as golden as the sun. He had a stare so intense I felt like I would crumble under the pressuring gaze. He told me to pack my things as he had come to take me home. Confused I protested but he soon proved to me that I had no choice but to return with him......as he claimed to be my birth father. I didn't see any other way out of this as he made it clear that I was going to be leaving with him whether I came willingly or not.
Packing my stuff up, my foster father left me a parting gift, a collection of his notes in necromancy, as well as a manuscript on how to use a scythe in combat. Now I find myself in a foreign land, struggling to keep my head about the water, but doing my best to make the most of this while trying to build something with the father I never knew existed. Upon arrival, I came to learn my father, an elven man named Mælor, held quite the standing here.
He was of old elven noble blood and seemed to have much influence in the political and information circles. That was evident as he noted he had always kept tabs on me and my mother since my birth. He knew many things about me that only someone who kept close tabs on me would know. To that end he quickly a private tutor come and educate me in the history of the Solunarium. As I studied the history of this place my father would help me find my place in society. So far I've been assisting him in his many businesses, acting as an impromptu liaison between the store and my father. To add to that my father introduced me to the church and religion of this place, noting my fascination with death, as I would help in administering death rites to the dead. It is my only solace as I try to navigate such unknown territory."
