Myrios Aelammur

[Myrios Aelammur]

Name: Myrios Aelammur Race: Human/Isur Age: 21 Birthday: Fall 49th 491AV Birthplace: Lhavit Location: Syliras Languages: Common - Fluent Isur - Basic Symenos - Poor Appearance: Myrios stands roughly five foot seven in height and weighs one hundred ninety pounds of sheer muscle. He possesses a natural physical health thanks to the Isur blood while having a slightly taller height thanks to the human. Though he does not possess the Isur arm, he does stick to the roots of his Mother’s folk, working with metals and forging new works of art. This has left him with rough hands, yet a gentle touch, despite his muscular frame. Due to unforseen event while traveling, Myrios’ left eye has been blinded with a scar from brow to cheek. Personality: Myrios is an easygoing man, cool as steel malleable as copper. He has a heightened tolerance to most things, mainly due to his older sister. Though he and his sibling possess a love/hate relationship, he would defend her with his life. To others, he seems rather humble. As a bastard child of a horrible man, he has lost any pride that would have come from being half Isur, as that meant being half of HIM as well. He does not hold humans against it, though this makes him rather skeptical of magic in general. History: Shyte Filled Sire : “The stories of my father were never pretty. Seducer, Hynotist, Slaver, and above all a poor father; not someone you’d want to meet. Last I heard he got himself killed, trying to build a big house – or rather trying to have his harem build him a house out in some gods forsaken wildland… I think he got what was coming to him. It’s too bad he had to pull all those innocent women down with him. He may have been a disgusting man, but he was decently skilled, though not in anything I want to learn. My mother used to say he could seduce and tame a Zith by just looking at her… I hate to say it, but I think he was simply a master Hypnotist who had nothing better to do than to satisfy his own ego – among other things. I hated him… My mother on the other hand… she was a sweet woman. She should have never met him. It’s hard to be happy about his death if she was taken with him.” Myrios was the unwanted son of a slaver, the second of his children. His father had a harem of women, a number of them different races. His mother, for example, was an Isur, lured right out of Sultros. A kind hearted woman with the yearning to see new lands, she was a good woman by most standards. Myrios’ father offered her just what she desired. He would wear away at her free will till nothing but a shell was left. Then he was born… And not the first, either. Myrios and his mother, as well as a Symenestra and her daughter, were left abandoned in Lhavit. Two mixed blood children and their single mothers, far from home with no idea what to do without their master. Their anguish was beyond anything a normal mind should ever experience. As Myrios grew older and his grieving mother regained her willpower, they both learned to hate the man to the core. There were times when Myrios felt her hate even bled to him, the child born of such disgusting union. She would never let it show though, she was too proud for that. Blaming a child for his father’s sins did not settle well with her mindset… His mother stayed close with the Symenestran woman, for many years they would console each other or verbally lash their mutual ex-lover. During this time, Myrios became well acquainted with Sigriet, his half-sister. She would often play with him, and not by the kindest of means. Wrapping him tight in a blanket so he couldn’t move, or teasing him with pokes and prods… four years older than him seemed to make Myrios her playtoy. Despite the rough beginning, they were close during their childhood. Sigriet’s mischevious nature often had Myrios playing the rough and tumble big brother (despite their age.) He had strength, she had a sharp tongue, together they had a mess of ins and outs dealing with trouble. Despite it all, they stuck together. They were two mix-bloods of a horrible father, each continuing on in their own path despite how the world saw them. In his early teens, Myrios found the joy of the forge. His mother taught him how to work various metals, what they needed, how to tend them, and so on. He particularly enjoyed playing with the anvil and hammer, or making strange molds out of the soft clay. During this time he felt more as his own person than ever before, a feeling he’d continue to feel as he worked hard and trained in most everything he could learn. It was the late fall of 508AV when he and Sigriet left Lhavit, moving quite a ways from their home to Sultros, in hopes of his craft and his sister’s welcomed with open arms. Unfortunately, they stayed in Sultros for only four years before they were… forcibly removed. That was when Myrios earned the scar and blind eye. He never blamed Sigriet, though their relationship since has been filled with sorrow, anger and pain. Their last hope was Syliras, a city where their father would never go. It was a relief from the magic in Lhavit, but still crowded. They could only hope the city would be accepting to their kind. The time spent in the wilderness had only succeeded in leaving him with more scars and less strength. Possessions: Belt Pouch High Quality Lockbox Amazing Lock Edged Gauntlets Simple Tunic Simple Trousers Simple Coat Flint & Steel Waterskin Razor Comb Backpack Soap Skills: Skill EXP Total Level Metalsmith 10(RB), 16(SP) 26 Competent Armorer 10(SP) 10 Novice Weaponsmithing 10(SP) 10 Novice Unarmed Combat 14(SP) 14 Novice Ledger: Purchase Cost Total Starting Package +100gm 100gm Turned in Housing +500gm 600gm Amazing Lock -150gm 450gm High Quality Lockbox -1gm, 5sm 449gm, 5sm Edged Gauntlets -8gm 491gm, 5sm Belt Pouch -1gm 490gm, 5sm 1lb Tobacco -5sm 490gm Housing: Myrios currently stays in the Traveler's Row, renting a simple double room till the end of the season. This is only temporary, to see if living in Syliras is the best option for him and Sigrias, who currently stays with him. Sigrias takes the bedroom, while he generally sleeps in the living area. Timeline:   Summer 513AV Day Thread Type Progress Grade -- [url]Name[/url] -- -- N/A