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Name: Lathlaeril Dorrel
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
Lath is every bit the youthful peasant that he appears to be. With youthful features that actually paint him as younger than he actually is, yet his appearance belies the fact that Lath is more than he would appear to be. He has seen much in his twentywinters, yet it is his spirit and his heart that are evident in the way that he carries himself.
Simply put, he refuses to let the world ground him down irrespective of what happens to him.
Lath's innocent eyes sparkle with an inner light and life. His long black hair falls past his shoulders, seemingly only accentuating his youthful appearance yet further. His smile is infectious. When he does smile, it is with the effect to make everyone else want to smile with him.
He wears a blue silk brocade across a white, silk shirt belted at the waist. His dark hair falls long when it is let free, and it often seems to have a life of its own, however most of the time Lathhas it tied back into a ponytail.
Personality:
The thing about Lath is that there is no dissembling with him. There is nothing hidden and he does not conceal anything from anyone. Lathwears his heart on his sleeve, and the youngster, despite his humble origins, holds within him dreams of becoming a martial artist or swordsman.
Lath is both naïve and innocent. He honestly believes that there is good in anyone and refuses to believe that others are not like him, at least until he is proven otherwise, as he often is. Yet, despite the number of times he is let down, he bounces back regardless, refusing to allow himself to be affected by a world that, to be perfectly honest, doesn't deserve him.
However, there is an edge to Lath that most do not and cannot see. He pushes things perhaps further than he should. He is daring, recklessly so..... If he sees a rich merchant cross the marketplace, then he will make an attempt to steal the man's purse despite the risks associated in doing so -- because even a lovable scamp like him needs to eat, right?
Lath is surprisingly resourceful, evidenced by the fact that he has lived his life on the dangerous streets of the city of Zhimouth and has survived thus far. In fact, it is fair to say that he is someone with many hidden depths.....
Backstory:
Lath’s origins are a mystery, even to himself. He does not know who his parents are....indeed he has believed them dead for so long now that it is inconceivable to him to think otherwise. For his early years he lived in the village of Lagiluri with his sister Laeril.....at least until the day she disappeared mysteriously. Following that disappearance Lath headed east, believing himself to be following her trail.
From there he came to the city of Zhimouth, and there he spent some time on the streets, surviving and looking to earn enough money to purchase passage on a trade caravan heading east across the sweltering desert to the mysterious eastern lands beyond the dangerous Katakoro Mountains. The deceptively resourceful youngster has lived amongst the many gangs that roam the streets, and he has carved out a niche of his own despite the odds seemingly stacked against him.
However, things are about to change for the plucky orphan, in ways that he could not even begin to comprehend. It began one day when he saw an armed contingent the likes he had never seen before in the streets. The guardsmen, dressed in armour with an unfamiliar insignia, seemed to be carrying with them a small, golden container. What lay within it Lath did not know, but surely, or so his mind told him, what was inside must have been valuable beyond all reckoning. If he could somehow liberate it from the guardsmen, then his fortune was assured.
But such an undertaking was dangerous -- suicidal even. There would be no hope for him if he managed to get himself caught.
However, Lathlaeril Dorrel, humble orphan, would not be dissuaded from his course of action. Stealing along the shadows, the youngster boldly stole right into the midst of the guardsmen, stealing the golden container from them and running as fast as he could into the busy marketplace..... He knew of a merchant caravan leaving the city that evening, and if he could steal himself aboard it then his fortune would be made.....
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
Lath is every bit the youthful peasant that he appears to be. With youthful features that actually paint him as younger than he actually is, yet his appearance belies the fact that Lath is more than he would appear to be. He has seen much in his twentywinters, yet it is his spirit and his heart that are evident in the way that he carries himself.
Simply put, he refuses to let the world ground him down irrespective of what happens to him.
Lath's innocent eyes sparkle with an inner light and life. His long black hair falls past his shoulders, seemingly only accentuating his youthful appearance yet further. His smile is infectious. When he does smile, it is with the effect to make everyone else want to smile with him.
He wears a blue silk brocade across a white, silk shirt belted at the waist. His dark hair falls long when it is let free, and it often seems to have a life of its own, however most of the time Lathhas it tied back into a ponytail.
Personality:
The thing about Lath is that there is no dissembling with him. There is nothing hidden and he does not conceal anything from anyone. Lathwears his heart on his sleeve, and the youngster, despite his humble origins, holds within him dreams of becoming a martial artist or swordsman.
Lath is both naïve and innocent. He honestly believes that there is good in anyone and refuses to believe that others are not like him, at least until he is proven otherwise, as he often is. Yet, despite the number of times he is let down, he bounces back regardless, refusing to allow himself to be affected by a world that, to be perfectly honest, doesn't deserve him.
However, there is an edge to Lath that most do not and cannot see. He pushes things perhaps further than he should. He is daring, recklessly so..... If he sees a rich merchant cross the marketplace, then he will make an attempt to steal the man's purse despite the risks associated in doing so -- because even a lovable scamp like him needs to eat, right?
Lath is surprisingly resourceful, evidenced by the fact that he has lived his life on the dangerous streets of the city of Zhimouth and has survived thus far. In fact, it is fair to say that he is someone with many hidden depths.....
Backstory:
Lath’s origins are a mystery, even to himself. He does not know who his parents are....indeed he has believed them dead for so long now that it is inconceivable to him to think otherwise. For his early years he lived in the village of Lagiluri with his sister Laeril.....at least until the day she disappeared mysteriously. Following that disappearance Lath headed east, believing himself to be following her trail.
From there he came to the city of Zhimouth, and there he spent some time on the streets, surviving and looking to earn enough money to purchase passage on a trade caravan heading east across the sweltering desert to the mysterious eastern lands beyond the dangerous Katakoro Mountains. The deceptively resourceful youngster has lived amongst the many gangs that roam the streets, and he has carved out a niche of his own despite the odds seemingly stacked against him.
However, things are about to change for the plucky orphan, in ways that he could not even begin to comprehend. It began one day when he saw an armed contingent the likes he had never seen before in the streets. The guardsmen, dressed in armour with an unfamiliar insignia, seemed to be carrying with them a small, golden container. What lay within it Lath did not know, but surely, or so his mind told him, what was inside must have been valuable beyond all reckoning. If he could somehow liberate it from the guardsmen, then his fortune was assured.
But such an undertaking was dangerous -- suicidal even. There would be no hope for him if he managed to get himself caught.
However, Lathlaeril Dorrel, humble orphan, would not be dissuaded from his course of action. Stealing along the shadows, the youngster boldly stole right into the midst of the guardsmen, stealing the golden container from them and running as fast as he could into the busy marketplace..... He knew of a merchant caravan leaving the city that evening, and if he could steal himself aboard it then his fortune would be made.....
