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Lheriel looks like he came from many walks of life. He has the rugged look of a battle hardened adventurer, but the subtle stance and face that gives hints to a past of politics and aristocracy. He stands around 5'10 and weighs 175, and wears his Long shoulder blade length hair in a loose pony tail behind him. His cheery Hazel eyes are contrasted by a grizzled weary face. But yet, he still looks sly and just happy enough to smile for every passer-byers.He wears on him at all times when out adventuring his gifted studded leather armour his family had given him before he departed. He had never seperated with it, mainly because nothing better ever came his way, but also because of sentimental values. He has sheathed to his side a Rapier, shortsword, and two daggers. Lheriel usually fights with his main hand equipped with the Rapier, and his off hand the shortsword. The daggers are there for mainly a last resort, or to arm an opponent. His many months of adventuring have heralded him with the skill of the sword and also the company of a few trusted allys. He almost never travels alone, having along side him Jeskell Yerit almost all the time. Just recently a smaller band of followers has congregated towards him, and Lheriel Gladly accepted them into his retinue. It just might have to be his Half elvish charm and charisma that gets him by more than anything. without that, he might of been lost to this cruel world long ago.
Background:
Lheriel grew up in a small port city named Vennisaro,which is nestled between candlekeep and Athkayla, living as one of the noble bloods of the city. He was born into the guild " Gherrian Mills & Ports", or also GMP. He mostly lived in the Gherrian Mills & Ports guild house until the age of seventeen, where curiosity got the better of him. He watched his father and mother deliberate and run the guild house, and he wanted part of it. His father Bharel had a post in the fields and hills surrounding the south side of the city, running the mills that ground flour and wheat to feed the region and some closer small villages. His mother Jesira ran the ports along side her business partners and advisors monitering the food stuffs coming into and out of the city. They had wealth and power in the city, competing against other guilds such as the Arms & Armour Merchants of Vennisaro. Or the AAMV. These were the second leading competitors, and they were bitter rivals. Decades ago a very small skirmish on the docks broke out between the two guilds, with guards of both houses getting into a fight. nine armed guards died, four AAMV guards, and five GMP guards. Ever since then, it has been just a little more than a rivalry, it is that, but only laced with hints of hatred and despise. Whenever the two would get a chance, they would take a politcal stab at eachother. Now Lheriel had just witnessed one of these first hand.
Lheriel was seventeen, and he was aboard one of the ships heading out on a routine trip. He had always enjoyed sailing with his mothers crew, especially on the rare occasion that she herself came along. He did not get to see his parents very much, and he enjoyed this a lot. But one thing was wrong about this routine trip. The normal garrison of guards for the ship had been lessened. Because GMP needs guards, they need to order from AAMV. Now this business is liked by the AAMV because of the income they get. But recently bandit attacks have been irritating the outskirts of the towns and villages, and they were getting a large increase in business. They found out this to be another moment to annoy GMP. They denied their order of arms and armour and told them to come back in a few weeks. So the ship had to set sail with only about a quarter of the garrison. The other guards were requested from regional leaders to aid in the small rebellion, every house had to give up soldiers. So now the ship was abroad at sea and undermanned. Well as it seems, the worst did happen at the time they were the most vulnerable. The rebellion had spread farther than originally thought, and a small fleet had formed. The one thing they needed the most like any other struggling resistance; Food and arms. And one of them was a sitting duck in the middle of a vast body of water. Two fast moving vessels were on the large ship in no time. THe next twenty minutes was the worst thing Lheriel has every experienced in his life. If the garrison was stronger, they would of beaten the pirates in no time, but the fight was hard pressed and the guards almost lost. A drawn out battle on the deck saw to it that both sides had heavy casulties, with some civilians, including Lheriels mother, who was with him on one of those beloved trips. of the sixty guards suppose to be on there, only fifeteen were, and only three survived. When they got back, the horrid account was told, and the bodies were buried. The hatred between the two guilds flared up even more, but GMP almost went belly up on account of they lost one of their best leaders. A new one was found quickly, Lheriels uncle Numnlei. Lheriel swore that he would avenge his mothers death by not letting anything like this happen to anyone else, and even maybe one day kill the pirates. But he did not want to do it underhanded like the pirates, so he took up training in fighting, and in a code of honour. He swore to never fight an opponent without a weapon, unless absolutely needed of course. His mother died defenseless and innocent, and he shall try an never bring that same fate on someone else. seven years later, he set out at age 24.
Seven months later another important event happened. He was on the trail of an assailant of an innocent person, when he was cornered in an alley by the thug and two friends. Lheriel drew his weapons, and to his delight so did the thugs. All had well fashioned clubs. They came at him and he quickly dispatched one, two, then was beaten to the ground. On his knees the thug raised his weapon to finish Lheriel off when he gasped and fell backwards. A man standing there with a bloody sword helped Lheriel up, and the two of them became friends and companions ever since. Jeskell Yerit was the son of the lady who was mugged and beaten, and Jeskell swore to honour Lheriel by protecting him as he did his mother. eight months later, they find themselves on an adventure that is about to unravel infront of them as one of the greatest things they have ever done.
Lheriel looks like he came from many walks of life. He has the rugged look of a battle hardened adventurer, but the subtle stance and face that gives hints to a past of politics and aristocracy. He stands around 5'10 and weighs 175, and wears his Long shoulder blade length hair in a loose pony tail behind him. His cheery Hazel eyes are contrasted by a grizzled weary face. But yet, he still looks sly and just happy enough to smile for every passer-byers.He wears on him at all times when out adventuring his gifted studded leather armour his family had given him before he departed. He had never seperated with it, mainly because nothing better ever came his way, but also because of sentimental values. He has sheathed to his side a Rapier, shortsword, and two daggers. Lheriel usually fights with his main hand equipped with the Rapier, and his off hand the shortsword. The daggers are there for mainly a last resort, or to arm an opponent. His many months of adventuring have heralded him with the skill of the sword and also the company of a few trusted allys. He almost never travels alone, having along side him Jeskell Yerit almost all the time. Just recently a smaller band of followers has congregated towards him, and Lheriel Gladly accepted them into his retinue. It just might have to be his Half elvish charm and charisma that gets him by more than anything. without that, he might of been lost to this cruel world long ago.
Background:
Lheriel grew up in a small port city named Vennisaro,which is nestled between candlekeep and Athkayla, living as one of the noble bloods of the city. He was born into the guild " Gherrian Mills & Ports", or also GMP. He mostly lived in the Gherrian Mills & Ports guild house until the age of seventeen, where curiosity got the better of him. He watched his father and mother deliberate and run the guild house, and he wanted part of it. His father Bharel had a post in the fields and hills surrounding the south side of the city, running the mills that ground flour and wheat to feed the region and some closer small villages. His mother Jesira ran the ports along side her business partners and advisors monitering the food stuffs coming into and out of the city. They had wealth and power in the city, competing against other guilds such as the Arms & Armour Merchants of Vennisaro. Or the AAMV. These were the second leading competitors, and they were bitter rivals. Decades ago a very small skirmish on the docks broke out between the two guilds, with guards of both houses getting into a fight. nine armed guards died, four AAMV guards, and five GMP guards. Ever since then, it has been just a little more than a rivalry, it is that, but only laced with hints of hatred and despise. Whenever the two would get a chance, they would take a politcal stab at eachother. Now Lheriel had just witnessed one of these first hand.
Lheriel was seventeen, and he was aboard one of the ships heading out on a routine trip. He had always enjoyed sailing with his mothers crew, especially on the rare occasion that she herself came along. He did not get to see his parents very much, and he enjoyed this a lot. But one thing was wrong about this routine trip. The normal garrison of guards for the ship had been lessened. Because GMP needs guards, they need to order from AAMV. Now this business is liked by the AAMV because of the income they get. But recently bandit attacks have been irritating the outskirts of the towns and villages, and they were getting a large increase in business. They found out this to be another moment to annoy GMP. They denied their order of arms and armour and told them to come back in a few weeks. So the ship had to set sail with only about a quarter of the garrison. The other guards were requested from regional leaders to aid in the small rebellion, every house had to give up soldiers. So now the ship was abroad at sea and undermanned. Well as it seems, the worst did happen at the time they were the most vulnerable. The rebellion had spread farther than originally thought, and a small fleet had formed. The one thing they needed the most like any other struggling resistance; Food and arms. And one of them was a sitting duck in the middle of a vast body of water. Two fast moving vessels were on the large ship in no time. THe next twenty minutes was the worst thing Lheriel has every experienced in his life. If the garrison was stronger, they would of beaten the pirates in no time, but the fight was hard pressed and the guards almost lost. A drawn out battle on the deck saw to it that both sides had heavy casulties, with some civilians, including Lheriels mother, who was with him on one of those beloved trips. of the sixty guards suppose to be on there, only fifeteen were, and only three survived. When they got back, the horrid account was told, and the bodies were buried. The hatred between the two guilds flared up even more, but GMP almost went belly up on account of they lost one of their best leaders. A new one was found quickly, Lheriels uncle Numnlei. Lheriel swore that he would avenge his mothers death by not letting anything like this happen to anyone else, and even maybe one day kill the pirates. But he did not want to do it underhanded like the pirates, so he took up training in fighting, and in a code of honour. He swore to never fight an opponent without a weapon, unless absolutely needed of course. His mother died defenseless and innocent, and he shall try an never bring that same fate on someone else. seven years later, he set out at age 24.
Seven months later another important event happened. He was on the trail of an assailant of an innocent person, when he was cornered in an alley by the thug and two friends. Lheriel drew his weapons, and to his delight so did the thugs. All had well fashioned clubs. They came at him and he quickly dispatched one, two, then was beaten to the ground. On his knees the thug raised his weapon to finish Lheriel off when he gasped and fell backwards. A man standing there with a bloody sword helped Lheriel up, and the two of them became friends and companions ever since. Jeskell Yerit was the son of the lady who was mugged and beaten, and Jeskell swore to honour Lheriel by protecting him as he did his mother. eight months later, they find themselves on an adventure that is about to unravel infront of them as one of the greatest things they have ever done.