History/Story
History: Lef grew up in a small village in Fiore though it is so small that it doesn’t figure on any maps. He spent the majority of his childhood on his farmstead, doing chores, helping his parents but also playing games. He developed a sense of attachment to games, being more and more engrossed in them, wanting to play with others at all times. It was during these times that his current philosophy began to form, he wanted to play with everyone, and who cared if he won or loss, the main point was to have fun. He was soon immersed in his own world, and became very good at games, simple games or complex games – they made no difference. He simply wanted to enjoy them. Sometime later, a violent disease hit the village yet most inhabitants seemed to be immune. It had appeared as a specific fungi and the village elders had forbid that anybody touch it. Well, as was natural in young children, they didn’t obey. In fact, Lef made a game of it; he’d play games with people, and the losing party would have to go and touch the fungi. In one particular incident, Lef lost a bet and had to touch the fungi. It was at that point that the children who’d won the game – which, it turns out, were terrible bullies – thought it wasn’t enough. And as one of their number held the squirming boy, another one picked up some of the fungus, and rammed it into Lef’s Left eye. The miscreants heard a clinking noise behind them, and there, framed by the beaming sunlight, stood a man. He was wearing a pristine white uniform upon which was emblazoned an Ankh. It was the symbol of the Rune Knights. The kids ran, leaving Lef on the ground clutching his eye.
The knight had been trying to get through the mountainous regions and had stumbled upon the village with his company, where he’d stopped for directions. It was pure coincidence that he heard yelling from one of the alleyways and had decided to investigate. He’d heard of the Fungi problem from some villagers and seeing the glowing stuff on the ground, along with a youth covering his left eye, he put two and two together. The man swiftly took Lef and brought him to his healers, with quick, orderly and efficient work, they managed to save the boy, but not his eye. As such, they were forced to give him an artificial eye, to replace the doomed one. The Knight and his men soon left the village, but not after teaching a few things to the boy about the outside world while he recovered. Lef soon grew to admire the Rune Knights and with their influence, their tales of adventures and stories, he decided he would one day leave the village and go out to have adventures. When he turned 16, he left the village, having already developed his own particular magic. It has since been a year since he’s left and he’s now currently somewhere in Fiore.
RP Sample:
{This sample is from somewhere else, another character and all that. I didn’t feel like rewriting something atm, so this will have to do…}
Lajosha’s arm hurt. It hurt so much in fact that he could no longer cry. To be exact however, there was no arm left to cry about, only a stub remained. The stub that remained hurt immensely and it wasn’t much of a surprise, considering the way the child’s arm had been ripped off; nor was the growing pool of dark blood of the ground. He could see his reflection by the moonlight in the gleaming blood. He took no notice of what he saw there however, he could swear he felt the hurt where his arm had previously been.
The chill night breeze of November coursed around, ruffling dead leaves on the still snowless ground. A raven cawed in a tree up high on the rise, but if the Vaoth child heard it, he gave no outward sign of it. As much as he usually appreciated chill winds, it now seemed as if he was frozen in a block of solid ice, his still gory stub felt of an icy fire. To him, the silence screamed. His face contorted in pain, he tried to howl, not for the first time, but nothing came out.
He was in a hollow, somewhere he had promised not to go. A promise he was certain he wished he had never broken. The small hollow, surrounded by small cliffs and trees, the forest itself had been long considered dangerous, and now the boy knew why. Clutching what was left of his right arm, Lajosha tried to get up, but he stumbled and fell at the feet of a statue. The statue was that of a statuesque motherly woman. There were no cracks on the stone, and it shone a pristine white in the moonlight. All vegetation stopped a foot from it; all life stopped a foot from it.
Pain radiated in the boy’s body and an odd feeling accompanied it. It was as if something that should have been there, was missing. The mere moments seemed to drag on for an eternity; oh the seven year old wished he’d listened to his elders. Stay away from the forest they had ordered, but he obviously hadn’t listened. He’d gone regardless, and found the odd statue now looming over him. Only, it had been covered in vines then, and seemed lackluster. He’d spoken aloud at that time, to himself, in the night.
“Curious, who’d have thought there would be a statue in the middle of this forest….Are you why the elders told us to stay away?” he mused aloud. What he didn’t expect, was a response.
“Yes,” a raspy yet somehow enrapturing voice replied, “I am she, that which they called the Old One. Have you come for my boon, child?”
Jumping back at the sound, the boy now looked inquisitively at the now speaking statue, he was very curious now, yet lacked the sense of danger one gained with age.
“Yes, yes I have. I am Lajosha Vaoth, and I have come for your boon…whatever it is.”
“Well then, do you know the price? Do you have a wager?”
Thinking, the boy realized he had nothing; the clothes he wore were those of a farmer, sturdy but not expensive at all, and what could a statue want with clothes? Saddening a little, with the realization that nothing he had was of value, he almost shed a tear.
“I have nothing, ma’am, I am sorry…”
“You dare come to me without pay!? You dare seek my boon with no toll!? Then I shall take something of my choosing, and you will receive my boon in return. I shall take…your magic,” she finished. Upon saying this, the statue began to glow with a pale blue light.
What happened next happened near instantly, young Lajosha felt the air being sucked out of him, and felt his right arm begin to burn. Turning his head slowly, he saw it now glowed with a dark blue energy. Realization began to dawn upon him; he might not have wanted this after all. He might have made a terrible mistake. Frantically, he began to scream.
“No, I don’t want -” but he was cut off by a searing sensation, and cold, great cold.
His world exploded in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks almost as rapidly as blood flowed out of the remaining shoulder. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.
“I have taken your magic, and given you my boon, my part of the bargain is upheld. I now take my leave, to see if I can regain some of the lost time.” With that the statue seemed to lose a bit of its glow, but all life, all plants, all the vines that had covered it, were gone inside of a foot radius.
Of course, the young boy noticed none of it; he was too busy trying to scream.
Crawling up to the statue, he heard the raven caw once more, and then it happened. He had thought that no pain could equal what he had just felt, well he had been wrong. He collapsed to the ground again, his body jerking erratically. Through his wide eyes he saw the stub of his right arm;, it was growing.
Within a second, it had regrown completely, and Lajosha now slumped to the ground. Not from physical exhaustion, but from sheer pain, he would lay there till dawn, unable to sleep for cause of nightmares, alone with only company the raven that cawed. It had alighted next to him after he’d fallen for the last time, perching on his right shoulder. He lay there whimpering and thinking of the boon he’d been given, and the price paid.
Face Claim: My profile pic, it is a character from Pixiv Fantasy, but there is no name attributed to it, and the only picture that exists is this one.
History: Lef grew up in a small village in Fiore though it is so small that it doesn’t figure on any maps. He spent the majority of his childhood on his farmstead, doing chores, helping his parents but also playing games. He developed a sense of attachment to games, being more and more engrossed in them, wanting to play with others at all times. It was during these times that his current philosophy began to form, he wanted to play with everyone, and who cared if he won or loss, the main point was to have fun. He was soon immersed in his own world, and became very good at games, simple games or complex games – they made no difference. He simply wanted to enjoy them. Sometime later, a violent disease hit the village yet most inhabitants seemed to be immune. It had appeared as a specific fungi and the village elders had forbid that anybody touch it. Well, as was natural in young children, they didn’t obey. In fact, Lef made a game of it; he’d play games with people, and the losing party would have to go and touch the fungi. In one particular incident, Lef lost a bet and had to touch the fungi. It was at that point that the children who’d won the game – which, it turns out, were terrible bullies – thought it wasn’t enough. And as one of their number held the squirming boy, another one picked up some of the fungus, and rammed it into Lef’s Left eye. The miscreants heard a clinking noise behind them, and there, framed by the beaming sunlight, stood a man. He was wearing a pristine white uniform upon which was emblazoned an Ankh. It was the symbol of the Rune Knights. The kids ran, leaving Lef on the ground clutching his eye.
The knight had been trying to get through the mountainous regions and had stumbled upon the village with his company, where he’d stopped for directions. It was pure coincidence that he heard yelling from one of the alleyways and had decided to investigate. He’d heard of the Fungi problem from some villagers and seeing the glowing stuff on the ground, along with a youth covering his left eye, he put two and two together. The man swiftly took Lef and brought him to his healers, with quick, orderly and efficient work, they managed to save the boy, but not his eye. As such, they were forced to give him an artificial eye, to replace the doomed one. The Knight and his men soon left the village, but not after teaching a few things to the boy about the outside world while he recovered. Lef soon grew to admire the Rune Knights and with their influence, their tales of adventures and stories, he decided he would one day leave the village and go out to have adventures. When he turned 16, he left the village, having already developed his own particular magic. It has since been a year since he’s left and he’s now currently somewhere in Fiore.
RP Sample:
{This sample is from somewhere else, another character and all that. I didn’t feel like rewriting something atm, so this will have to do…}
Lajosha’s arm hurt. It hurt so much in fact that he could no longer cry. To be exact however, there was no arm left to cry about, only a stub remained. The stub that remained hurt immensely and it wasn’t much of a surprise, considering the way the child’s arm had been ripped off; nor was the growing pool of dark blood of the ground. He could see his reflection by the moonlight in the gleaming blood. He took no notice of what he saw there however, he could swear he felt the hurt where his arm had previously been.
The chill night breeze of November coursed around, ruffling dead leaves on the still snowless ground. A raven cawed in a tree up high on the rise, but if the Vaoth child heard it, he gave no outward sign of it. As much as he usually appreciated chill winds, it now seemed as if he was frozen in a block of solid ice, his still gory stub felt of an icy fire. To him, the silence screamed. His face contorted in pain, he tried to howl, not for the first time, but nothing came out.
He was in a hollow, somewhere he had promised not to go. A promise he was certain he wished he had never broken. The small hollow, surrounded by small cliffs and trees, the forest itself had been long considered dangerous, and now the boy knew why. Clutching what was left of his right arm, Lajosha tried to get up, but he stumbled and fell at the feet of a statue. The statue was that of a statuesque motherly woman. There were no cracks on the stone, and it shone a pristine white in the moonlight. All vegetation stopped a foot from it; all life stopped a foot from it.
Pain radiated in the boy’s body and an odd feeling accompanied it. It was as if something that should have been there, was missing. The mere moments seemed to drag on for an eternity; oh the seven year old wished he’d listened to his elders. Stay away from the forest they had ordered, but he obviously hadn’t listened. He’d gone regardless, and found the odd statue now looming over him. Only, it had been covered in vines then, and seemed lackluster. He’d spoken aloud at that time, to himself, in the night.
“Curious, who’d have thought there would be a statue in the middle of this forest….Are you why the elders told us to stay away?” he mused aloud. What he didn’t expect, was a response.
“Yes,” a raspy yet somehow enrapturing voice replied, “I am she, that which they called the Old One. Have you come for my boon, child?”
Jumping back at the sound, the boy now looked inquisitively at the now speaking statue, he was very curious now, yet lacked the sense of danger one gained with age.
“Yes, yes I have. I am Lajosha Vaoth, and I have come for your boon…whatever it is.”
“Well then, do you know the price? Do you have a wager?”
Thinking, the boy realized he had nothing; the clothes he wore were those of a farmer, sturdy but not expensive at all, and what could a statue want with clothes? Saddening a little, with the realization that nothing he had was of value, he almost shed a tear.
“I have nothing, ma’am, I am sorry…”
“You dare come to me without pay!? You dare seek my boon with no toll!? Then I shall take something of my choosing, and you will receive my boon in return. I shall take…your magic,” she finished. Upon saying this, the statue began to glow with a pale blue light.
What happened next happened near instantly, young Lajosha felt the air being sucked out of him, and felt his right arm begin to burn. Turning his head slowly, he saw it now glowed with a dark blue energy. Realization began to dawn upon him; he might not have wanted this after all. He might have made a terrible mistake. Frantically, he began to scream.
“No, I don’t want -” but he was cut off by a searing sensation, and cold, great cold.
His world exploded in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks almost as rapidly as blood flowed out of the remaining shoulder. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.
“I have taken your magic, and given you my boon, my part of the bargain is upheld. I now take my leave, to see if I can regain some of the lost time.” With that the statue seemed to lose a bit of its glow, but all life, all plants, all the vines that had covered it, were gone inside of a foot radius.
Of course, the young boy noticed none of it; he was too busy trying to scream.
Crawling up to the statue, he heard the raven caw once more, and then it happened. He had thought that no pain could equal what he had just felt, well he had been wrong. He collapsed to the ground again, his body jerking erratically. Through his wide eyes he saw the stub of his right arm;, it was growing.
Within a second, it had regrown completely, and Lajosha now slumped to the ground. Not from physical exhaustion, but from sheer pain, he would lay there till dawn, unable to sleep for cause of nightmares, alone with only company the raven that cawed. It had alighted next to him after he’d fallen for the last time, perching on his right shoulder. He lay there whimpering and thinking of the boon he’d been given, and the price paid.
Face Claim: My profile pic, it is a character from Pixiv Fantasy, but there is no name attributed to it, and the only picture that exists is this one.
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