Levion

Description

Name: Levion Malarath
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Draconic Sorcerer
Race: Peredhil (dragonborn (brass), summer)
Gender: M
Age: 28
Weight: 160 lbs.
Height: 6' 2"
Eyes: Blue with orange flecks
Skin: tan-colored, covered in a mixture of hide and small scales
Hair: dark brown, swept back, several inches long
Personality traits:

• Even-tempered: sees even unfortunate events as more curious than stressful
• Cautious: always ready to react to something going wrong, almost to the point of paranoia

Ideals

• Happiness: Every action should make the world a happier place for as many as possible

Bonds

• Hopeless romantic: will do anything for whoever it is he’s fallen for most recently

Flaws

• Honest: never lies, even when it's in his best interest, or would protect the feelings of someone he cares about

Backstory

Most children eagerly look forward to springtime; as it means the dawning of summer, playing outside, and the freedom to make the most of what would later by a memorable childhood. For Levion Malarath, it meant something entirely different: bloodshed. Hospitable conditions meant that restless and greedy warlords could finally set in motion the plans they’d been stewing over all winter. Armies marched on the heels of melting snow and springtime blossoms; a fact the young boy knew all to well.

But, growing up in a traveling mercenary company will have that effect on a person’s outlook. Levion’s parents were fighters by trade; and fortunately, quite good at it. Years ago they had been recruited to opposite sides of a war, but in the heat of combat became so smitten with each other that neither could bear to strike the other down. Their immediate bond was so strong that they were a large part of the reason the two factions ended up brokering peace, rather than seeing either of them killed off. A heartwarming tale, to be sure, and one his parents oft loved telling; but being born into such circumstances can hardly be considered especially unusual for the child of an elf and a dragonborn.

It wasn’t until he was in his teens that Levion learned that there even were children whose parents didn’t throw themselves into constant mortal peril for a living. On the occasional trips into ‘civilized’ towns Levion went on growing up, the people there always seemed so fragile and pedantic to him. There were far less trivial things to be concerned with than who said an unkind word about who, or what the next social event was. Levion was never put into any undue danger himself (his parents always considered his safety a top priority before they went into battle); but living near warzones has a way of teaching you to always be cautious, just in case.

Levion was trained by his parents in combat with light weapons from the time he could hold a knife; but when his powers began to manifest in his adolescence, his studies shifted from swordplay with his mother to learning of the draconic arts from his father. Neither parent was magically gifted themselves, but the boy’s powers clearly stemmed from his father’s bloodline, and the man did his best to teach his son anything about their shared history that could help him tap into his abilities.

As Levion grew, he became quite the formidable fighter in his own right; blending the skills that each of his parents had taught him, to represent a combatant few opponents had experience countering. But soon his magics outpaced his control, and he found himself struggling to master the energies within him with only the limited knowledge his father had been able to impart. As much as it pained his parents to see him go, all three knew that the young man would have to begin life on his own, searching for someone or something to help him reach his true potential.

Journal

Entry 1

The latest in my never-ending string of would-be arcane mentors had little to offer me in terms of new abilities; but he did have a way to at least potentially keep my... 'outbursts' under control: journaling? It seems silly to be, but he spouted some rationale about 'keeping in tune one's inner self', or whatever; but it seems to work for him, so I figured I might as well give it a shot. So with that being said, here goes:

Once I realized I was wasting my time and my coin with my now former mentor, I fell back to the old family standy and headed to the local job board to see what needs killin'. Petty grievances, mostly (and work no self-respecting mercenary would be caught doing; better left to the assaassins), and a few tasks I'd need a larger force beyond my pay grade for, but one in particular seemed like it wasn't particularly dangerous. Word from some of the more remote farms in the area is that the local animals have gotten restless as of late, and... larger? Wolves, the likes of which these farmers have never seen, have been eating livestock, harassing people, and just generally creating a nuisance; so there's a decent chunk of gold on the line for anyone that can deal with the problem. Might not be easy, but wolves are nothing new to me. Hell, Lombard used to give his dire wolf free roam of the camp. Dad was none too happy with that situation and a toddler, from what I hear. But that worked out okay, so I'll start tracking tomorrow at dawn, and see if these beasties are any cuddlier than ol' Wog.

Entry 2

Good thing I didn't think to start dating these entries, because things just got.... complicated. Gods. Where to begin.

TODO