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Lars Trezeri
| Birthday - Spring, 489 AV, 6 | Age - Four-and-twenty |
| Race - Human | Gender- Male |
| Residence - Tarsins Boarding House | Starting city - Ravok |
Appearance
At first glance, Lars’s most striking feature was his green eyes. They were just like his mother’s, vividly green and alluring in a way that would cause him most discomfort – for they attracted attention, something which was bad for him. His face was a stern and pale one, with the occasional stubble. He was not handsome, but there was an inner charisma that caught the attention of some women as he matured, who would then say that he was charming. He looked older than he was, overall. His hair was black, wavy and short, just like his father’s.
Lars had an average height and weight for a male human, and his body was quite ordinary. He was neither too tall nor too short, neither too slim nor broad. Lean and graceful in his movements, he walked as a wolf stalked a prey, always observing the surroundings. He would usually glance sideways or back to make sure he wasn’t followed, but always in a discreet, furtive way. There was no reason to attract much attention. He spoke with a deep voice, although in a low and soft tone, so to make it hard to eavesdrop on him.
He was fond of wearing grey doublets with matching trousers, and an old, dusty white cloak which covered his back, shoulders and chest, but was not big enough to impair him if he needed to run. He also wore black high boots, as well as leather gloves, which helped him grasp any weapon or tool adequately and warmed his hands in the cool weather of Ravok.
Lars had an average height and weight for a male human, and his body was quite ordinary. He was neither too tall nor too short, neither too slim nor broad. Lean and graceful in his movements, he walked as a wolf stalked a prey, always observing the surroundings. He would usually glance sideways or back to make sure he wasn’t followed, but always in a discreet, furtive way. There was no reason to attract much attention. He spoke with a deep voice, although in a low and soft tone, so to make it hard to eavesdrop on him.
He was fond of wearing grey doublets with matching trousers, and an old, dusty white cloak which covered his back, shoulders and chest, but was not big enough to impair him if he needed to run. He also wore black high boots, as well as leather gloves, which helped him grasp any weapon or tool adequately and warmed his hands in the cool weather of Ravok.
Character concept
No Gods, no masters. That is the personal motto of Lars, who grew cynical with the years. Not that he would be foolish to deny the existence of gods, but he mistrusts them. And with good reason, as he often wondered if mortals were but pawns and pieces in a godly, unholy game where suffering mattered nothing if compared to lust for power which would drive the game. He also mistrusts authority and order, which he sees as a way to mystify and hide the true nature of men – they reflect the gods in their lust for power.
One would be wise to wonder if his perception isn’t biased, and it certainly is. As a boy who grew up in Ravok, and knowing that his parents were silenced due to "spreading dissent", his naïve belief in Rhysol and the Black Sun was tested beyond limits and shattered as he learned that he was living, and would be living, a lie for the entirety of his life – a lie of peace and plenty. That was a lesson he would never forget. Within a night, his life had changed forever – from the spoiled son of a well-off fur merchant, he became an orphan smuggled away to live with his father's family in Sunberth.
In spite of all his resentment and hatred for the Black Sun, one would not imagine so due to his calm and helpful approach to situations – he avoids unnecessary fights and treats all courteously, trying to keep heat off himself. Many of his neighbors would think he is a weak man, or even a coward, but that’s hardly true. While his tongue is calm and often sweet, he is a treacherous man. That does not mean, however, that he is keen on manipulating others for his amusement. In fact, he is an introvert who prefers to act in a no confrontational way. Knowing that words can seal the fate of a man, he treads carefully whenever he speaks with someone, as if he was fighting for his own life.
One would be wise to wonder if his perception isn’t biased, and it certainly is. As a boy who grew up in Ravok, and knowing that his parents were silenced due to "spreading dissent", his naïve belief in Rhysol and the Black Sun was tested beyond limits and shattered as he learned that he was living, and would be living, a lie for the entirety of his life – a lie of peace and plenty. That was a lesson he would never forget. Within a night, his life had changed forever – from the spoiled son of a well-off fur merchant, he became an orphan smuggled away to live with his father's family in Sunberth.
In spite of all his resentment and hatred for the Black Sun, one would not imagine so due to his calm and helpful approach to situations – he avoids unnecessary fights and treats all courteously, trying to keep heat off himself. Many of his neighbors would think he is a weak man, or even a coward, but that’s hardly true. While his tongue is calm and often sweet, he is a treacherous man. That does not mean, however, that he is keen on manipulating others for his amusement. In fact, he is an introvert who prefers to act in a no confrontational way. Knowing that words can seal the fate of a man, he treads carefully whenever he speaks with someone, as if he was fighting for his own life.
