Lars Nidall Physical Description Name: Lars Nidall Race: Human Age: 25 Birthday: 12th of Winter, 487 AV Character Concept Being through a lot, by choosing to relativate things and realizing there are people far worse off than him, he still manages to not be a bitter and resentful people. Lars enjoys a good laugh like most other people, even though lately there hasn't been much that has made him laugh genuinely anymore. He's the type of person that sees life as a means to get to his ambitions and goals, not as something that is a given right, but as a gift. He attempts to make the most out of his life, embracing the small things in it as much as aiming for the bigger things in life. Lars Nidall can also be called a humble person, even a quiet one usually, some might even go as far as to call him dull. But those tongues speak of things they hold no knowledge of. At the very least no true knowledge... Character History His father was a wandering bard, in his early years. After collecting many tales, songs and ballads from all over Mizahar, and bringing them to humble and noble people alike, he retired and settled down in Ravok with his family. He was enthralled by its history and unique atmosphere. Unfortunately, once he had settled down, even while knowing of Ravok's cruel and twisted rulers, he started to engage in peculiar acts. Acts that were perceived as blasphemy and direct betrayal towards Rhysol, by his army as well as his religious zealots. Lars was too young at the time to understand or remember what his father was keeping himself busy with, but not too young to remember the consequences of those actions... He remembers, still, how he was studying the pretty circles of the delicate arcane art of Summoning. He remembers, still, how the door flew of its hinges with a thunderous crash and revealed 3 men, dressed in the colors and attire of Rhysol's Ebonstryfe, and a cloaked woman standing neatly by the entrance, as if they were waiting for permission to enter. next thing he remembers is his father standing there, before Lars. His sword drawn, bouncing off the light that fell upon it with a silver'ish tint. The house-breaking band entered the house, slowly and steadily, without a care in the world for the impact their demand would have on Lars. " Drop your sword and come quietly, and we'll spare your blood. " Lars didn't realize what the man had meant with "blood" until he had seen his father's head turn and rest his eyes upon him. Without a word, and with what seemed to be an enormous effort, he dropped his sword. Only to be taken away by the three men, leaving the crying and screaming Lars behind, in the hands of the cloaked woman. They say it is warm beneath a demon's wing...No amount of it could overcome the seething hatred for Rhysol that Lars felt for years to come. It wasn't until he reached a relatively mature age, especially for his actual age, that he replaced his burning rage for cold, calculated vengeance. But he could never hope to accomplish this alone, he needed help. But how does one find help in the depths of Rhysol's lair? Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Scrollcase (purchased) Parchment Scrolls (50) (purchased) Inscribing Paint (purchased) Tiny Detail Brush (purchased) Heirloom: Longsword made of Cold Iron ![]() Housing: An average sized, single room apartment with a bed, table, a couple chairs, wardrobe, and complimentary chamber pot. Offices of the NHC Ledger
Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages
Practiced Languages: Common Fluent Language: Common Lores: Lore of Ravok Culture Lore of Vengeance Thread List |
