Loriken



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Name: Loriken

Nickname(s): -Lor, Lori

Date of Birth: a long long time ago.

Class: Bard, Mage, Thief

Alignment: Neutral

Race: Human

True Form: Human wearring a black robe.

Other Form(s): Beggar

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

What do you look like: A skiny man wearring black robes. Sometimes wearring ragged clothes.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: none

Best Friend(s): Every DC'er

Pet(s) and their names: Phorronn, a green Dragon.
 
A Dream or Goal you have: To reach Faelco and earn his forgiveness.

Important lesson(s) you've learned: Time

Best Advice: No one can tell you what to do, you must figure this out
for yourself.
 
History:

I am old, as you can see. I have lived a long time, and did many things. Of which i will try to summrize here.

When i was younger, i was a poor boy, a beggar. And i lived as a beggar for quite some time. Until i met a man, called Faelco. This man took me in and taught me magic and other neat stuff. However, at the time i didn't have patience.

I knew this man had a powerful artifact, a scepter, and so i stole it. However, i did not know this scepter maintainned his life. Without it, he started to die.

I realized my mistake and i returned to him. But he was drying..and i stayed with him until his death. His last words were "Fa Thorn Is Hagal Ar Man Not". I stayed at his house for some years, and i studied his books. It was there i discovered the meaning, and there that i broke the staff in anger.

I left his house and ventured into the world. Where i met some "friends" : Mogadisho and Garreth. My anger had taken complete control of me, and so i corrupted these two men. Garreth was a simple farmer. I convinced him to kill his family and to be a slaver with me. Mogadisho was a priest, and i did the same to him. Together we burned the chapel, and killed the priests, and left.

I didn't realize the strenght of my magic at the time, and so i caused much chaos. As a slaver, I took many people and sold them for profit.

But at some point, I realized my crimes and I stopped. And I left my two partners and my gang to face my crime. They got caught, and this was the reason Mogadisho exacted revenge upon me by removing my eyes.

I then ventured into the world, as angry as always, but not knowing what to do. There I realized people were slaves of their noble masters, and so I started to raise an army and I waged war. However, I didn't know that although the peasants were somewhat slaves, they had no way to survive without their master, and so they died.

The last war I fought, I lost and I served time in prison for it. And I grew a little wiser.

After my prison sentence, I left the northernlands and went to Dragon Court, to make my peace. And there I wandered for some time.

Now, I do not know where I will go from here. My wandering days are over, and I yearn to complete my magical powers. I have sought an artifact: the planar gate and I am exploring the planes. Hoping to find my lost master, and to apologize.

That is my story, and my history.

Loriken, the Fallen

 

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