- Lentilles de laciel...
De bonne heure, se coucher tôt pour se lever rend l'homme en bonne santé, riche et sage. Laciel s'était réveillé d'un sommeil tranquille rempli de rêves célestes et d'idées délicieuses avant de se réveiller. Cela l'a laissé dans une humeur plutôt satisfaite alors qu'il a sauté son cou, permettant au gaz avec les ligaments d'échapper. Il a laissé sortir un bâilleur doux alors qu'il regardait par la fenêtre, un nouveau jour était sur le point de naître alors que la fissure à l'horizon dansait avec de magnifiques petites flammes rouges. Il était assez tôt pour la plupart, mais pour lui il était un peu tard dans l'exécution de ses tâches quotidiennes. Le garçon est allé travailler, se préparer pour le nouveau jour, jetant ses vêtements après avoir nettoyé, le tout avec créer le petit déjeuner. Après avoir créé sa part et la manger, il a cherché à faire de sa propre mère un repas chaud une fois qu'elle s'est réveillée comme il serait plutôt agréable pour elle de remplir son ventre.
Avec cela dit et fait, le garçon s'est mis à travailler sur ses efforts habituels, martelant loin pour fondre le metal en une nouvelle forme étranglée assez pour couper ou casser. Laciel fixa la forme éblouissante alors qu'il sifflait la chanson que Varric avait chantée hier après la rencontre plutôt embarrassante. Il a bien apprécié les légendes et les ballades bien qu'il atténue sa soif et laisse son esprit saturé. Tandis que le garçon travaillait à la forge brillante dans les premiers recoins, il essuyait une partie de la sueur de son visage avec un chiffon familier qui semblait gris dans la teinte et usé. Avec un soupir solennel, il continua d'aplanir la dangereuse nouvelle création.
Alors qu'il forgeait de nouvelles armes, donnant vie à des choses non vivantes de la terre, le garçon ne pouvait que réfléchir sur les possibilités du chemin Guinevere et Varric descendaient. Alors qu'il travaillait silencieusement dans l'émerveillement, il n'était pas au courant d'une tragédie qui a frappé le village et en temps voulu il en viendrait à la connaître. Avant qu'il le sache, son ignorance devint apparente mais dispersée dans la brume restante dans un coup de temps comme il se trouvait au milieu des gens au sein de la taverne, sa mère occupant le même espace.
Normalement, il lisait sur des contes de vieux livres ou de livres de non-fiction, peut-être faire un peu de shopping ou de rôder autour, mais c'était un moment plutôt en série. Ses yeux dardaient autour de la taverne avec une curiosité morbide alors qu'il étudiait la région de façon discrète. L'air autour semblait tendu et invoquait un sentiment de mystification particulière d'une mystérieuse merveille non accueillie. Le docteur ne s'est pas bien comporté non plus, car il semblait être un horrible désordre et avait l'air de trembler d'angoisse. Le maire ne parlait pas une lèche et les gens étaient à elle, bavardant loin des myriades de possibilités, allant d'idées réalistes à des rumeurs d'autres mondes dont les amis parleraient.
"Toute cette foule semble excitable et au bord de presque aller fil de foin en essayant de trouver Ali. Si je me souviens bien, j'ai vu quelques hommes ici tout entiers ont promis leur amour à la jeune femme pendant que je testais une grande partie de ses concoctions... Je crois que j'ai vomi sur l'un d'eux en train de tester l'un d'eux. Dans l'ensemble, pas le but - elle est mon amie et... et je ne peux pas juste la laisser pourrir. Elle a tant joué pour la ville et a gagné beaucoup d'amour de la part de beaucoup. Je sais que ma mère peut le juger dangereux, mais j'ai besoin d'aider à la trouver. »
Tandis que le garçon laissait germer les bourgeons de la détermination alors qu'il écoutait les maires des paroles éternelles, en assignant tout le village à la recherche d'une fille perdue. L'homme n'avait aucun indice ou idée de l'endroit où elle a été volée, il a commencé à organiser des soirées de recherche en prévision de la recherche d'elle. Le magasin serait très probablement occupé après cela, car la masse des gens est apparue encore plus frénétique après la fin d'un discours éveillant. Dans l'ensemble, ce serait un cauchemar de quitter la forge pour une seconde, mais heureusement ils se sont enfermés avant d'y aller... et bien, il l'a fait puisque les bandits deviendraient probablement opportunistes dans les prochaines minutes si jamais l'apprentissage du groupe de personnes s'accumulant dans une zone, laissant quelques endroits vurnérables. Bref, ils sont tous devenus ouverts à toute sorte de bus en raison de la panique organisée. Bref, si quelqu'un ne calme pas l'endroit, il pourrait se transformer en un lynchage organisé avec une mentalité de la foule destructrice jusqu'à ce que Alixiannas revienne.
"Uhm, je sais que ça va peut-être être une mère de jour occupée, mais je vais décoller de travailler à la forge pour la journée de Tbe et aider à la recherche d'indices persistants que les perpatrateurs pourraient de gauche. Plus vite nous trouverons Alixianna, plus vite elle reviendra aux bras de ses parents... Toutes mes excuses, mais je ne peux pas l'abandonner..."
Alors que le garçon parlait timidement à sa mère, il ne semblait pas manquer de détermination dans sa voix. En fait, il avait une idée de qui pouvait voir quelque chose hors de l'ordinaire hier soir, mais il devait se préparer à cette tâche épuisante qu'il allait discrètement devoir participer avant de voir Illya. Le garçon a pivoté alors qu'il regardait vers le bas le soufflet en bois alors qu'il s'éloignait de la zone générale. En bref, il espérait que sa mère comprendrait pourquoi il allait prendre des mesures aussi drastiques sur la chance qu'elle lui a découverte après son complot. Dans les secondes qui ont suivi, il s'est introduit dans un tiret pour la forge, passant devant les nombreuses personnes qui étaient dans un sentiment de panique.
En arrivant à la forge, il déverrouille la porte et fait un saut fou à l'étage dans sa chambre, les rouages dans sa tête tournent toujours. Mentir dans l'attente dans un coin était sa tenue pour aller à la bataille, ou alors il aurait fait si sa mère ne l'arrêtait pas régulièrement. Heureusement, le mannequin n'avait pas besoin d'utiliser si pour la valeur pendant le temps et maintenant, il n'a pas été envoyé à une vie de décor ou de sparring. Il en va de même pour son grand mot personnalisé qui s'est accroché sur un rack au-dessus de sa collection de livres. Étant aussi prudent que possible, le garçon se tenait sur les bouts de ses orteils, tandis qu'il glissa soigneusement sa main sur la pointe de la lame avant de la ramener à son niveau. Avec tout rassemblé en un seul endroit, il a commencé à s'adapter aussi vite qu'il le pouvait.
"J'espère qu'Illya ne me dérange pas d'être habillée comme ça... encore plus comme sa mère."
Lorsque le garçon a terminé ses préparatifs, il a glissé l'énorme épée dans la gaine située sur le dos de son armure avant de sortir de chez lui. Avec quelques pièces de monnaie, une clé de sa maison, et tout le reste, il a fermé l'endroit et a commencé son voyage à l'Atterrissage Thieves, à la recherche d'informations que son amie pourrait avoir de la nuit dernière si elle était sur l'un de ses braquages... heck, peut-être qu'il pourrait coaxer avec elle une recrue pour l'aider, même s'il craignait davantage pour sa sécurité s'il devait l'inclure.
Name: Laciel Lenssed
Age: 18
Height: 6"1'
Personality:
A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve.
Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance.
The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken.
Bio:
"Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot."
- Leslie Lenssed
Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits.
When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path.
One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another.
At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it.
Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part...
A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side.
Skills:
Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble.
Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them.
Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today.
Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage.
Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.