This topic is dedicated to the Brathair Prasgan member Lhorkan and will contain most of the information about him.
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Personal:
Real Name: Thomas van den Berge
Age: 14
Location: Belguim
Interests: N/A
School Level: 9th grade in High School, studying sciences
Years playing mmrpgs: 0
MSN: N/A
Words of Wisdom: N/A
History of Lhorkans endevors with the Brathair Prasgan:
Lhorkan first started out with the Disciples of Ares, which was later renamed to Legio Leonis, and participated actively throughout its reign. When it became apparent that this clan was falling apart he, amongst some other members, left the guild and started up the Brathair Prasgan. Before the decline of Legio Leonis he worked on an FMV for the clan, but was unfinished due to the clans abrupt end. Though at times quiet he has provided many adaptations to the ideas put forth by other members. Lhorkan has always supported the members of his clans and is content with being a regular member, as he has never tried out for any of the positions of power.
Characters:
Name: Lhorkan
Age: 18-20
Sex: Male
Occupation: Blacksmith
History of Lhorkan's Character (fictional):
I have thought of a new direction to take character history (see Kaso) and as such this will likely be redone... DAMN! O well, shit happens anyways do to keeping my sanity this entery (ie the paragraphs below) will just be shuffled further down under the heading 'old Lhokan history'. Thanks for you time, Xeno.
In production :lol:
Old Lhorkan History:
Lhorkan was born and raised in the small village of Willow's Creek in Austria. Here he trained, under the tutalege of his father, Berdon, to become a blacksmith. For generations the (last name) family where the main distruibuters of weapons and armor for the local lord's troops.
When Lhorkan was three years old war erupted between King Manolesus and Caesar Orelious. During one fateful spring night, a roman legion attacked Willows Creek and their way to Barrens Claw, a major city withen Manolesus's kingdom. The romans spared none as they worked their way through his village killing the old and the children. The city was abalze when Lhorkan's father awoke. Grabbing his axe by the bed he commanded his wife to take Lhorkan to the cellar. Just then three legionaires burst through the door. Wielding his large double edged axe, Berdon swung, with his tendions taunt, and embedded his axe into the unknowning romans skull. Shock passed across the face of the two remaining romans, whom quickly charged the giant man. Berdon ripes the axe out of the skull and uses the momentum to whip it around and catch the second roman in the chest. Dropping the axe he charges and grapples the thrid romans sword arm. Toppling to the floor Berdon fails to realize two more roman troops have stormed the house and is spited in the back as he strangled the toppled roman. A shrill shriek pierces the air as Lhorkan's mother is grabbed by more romans who have entered through the back door. With their prize in hand they leave and torch the tatched roof of the smithy. Barely breathing Berdon slowly pushes himself up from the roman corpse and trys to collect his scrambled thoughts. A memory pushes through, the shriek that must have emonated from his wifes mouth. Questing through the smoking house he comes upon his son whom had been tossed aside with a horrible slash across the face. Picking him up he wearly makes his way to the cellar and locks the door. Two days later he emerges to find the blackened, broken walls of his smithy, his heart.
Years later when Lhorkan was 12, he showed remarkable talent at feeling out the grain of the metal and crafting it into deadly works of war. This made his father, Berdon envenous, and even jealous. At first Berdon had tried to learn this technique, but it soon became apparent to him that not only he could not do it but also that his son was going to match him and soon. One evening Berdon demanded Lhorkan to instruct him on how to feel the grain, unfortunatly Lhorkan said is was something he could not teach. Berdon misinterpeted Lhorkan's meaning and though he was saying he would not teach him. Berdon went red with rage struck him with such a force that Lhorkan was barely consious. At that moment his father disowned him and tossed him out into rebuilt the street of Willow's Creek.
Unable to find a job because of his disfiguring scare Lhorkan moved to the near by city of Barrens Claw and had to take up the shady business of a pick pocket in order to buy his food. One day he saw a forge and its forge master working a piece of metal. A hunger to feel out the metal, to mold it sprang anew and, despite his will, he found himself walking over to the forge. In grossed with his busness the forge master didn't noticed Lhorkan at first. When he looked up he saw Lhorkan, who was watching from three paces away. He asked him if he could help him, ignoring the scare that had shunned Lhorkan his whole life. Lhorkan replyed that he was just remembering the time he was an apperentice at a smithy. A silence stretched as both men watched each other. Finally the forge master said, "You used to be an appertence, right? Well... I have lost a man three moons ago to a sickness, are you looking for a job?"
Overwelmed at not only the fact that the man hadn't tried to chase him out of his shop but offered him a legit job working at the place he felt was home, he offered a simple, shaky, "Yes."
"Well," the forge master said, "You can start on the marrow, oh by the way I am Hank."
A smile of knowing crossed Lhorkan's face, this is where his future will be made.
Here is a picture, made by Lhorkan, of his Character