- Lentilles de laciel...
Avec une source dans son pas, il a commencé à traverser la ville vers le manoir Vances couché dans le sillage sur le bord même de la ville. La plupart des personnes qu'il a passées étaient encore hystériques et semblaient stupéfaites de toute la situation. Autant qu'il adorerait gawk, le temps était de l'essence et l'acquisition d'indices était la voie à suivre. La plupart des hommes voulaient s'organiser pour la mission en attente. Hâtivement, il s'est déplacé à travers les faisceaux de gens dans ses efforts. Les peurs ont été transformées en réalités, et les gens ont laissé tomber l'acte cool une fois que le verre a été complètement brisé après qu'un être cher ait été volé.
Naviguer à travers les gens n'était pas si difficile, mais éviter le regard de ses mères était une autre tâche qu'elle pouvait être dehors et à propos de la ville essayant d'aider. Si la femme ose le trouver adapté, elle finira peut-être par le retarder.
"S'il vous plaît ne me trouvez pas, s'il vous plaît ne me voyez pas, s'il vous plaît ne me traînez pas à la maison. Alixianna a besoin d'aide maintenant et être confinée ne fera pas de merveilles pour moi, elle, ou les gens des villes! S'il te plaît sois à la maison Illya..."
Heureusement, il a évité son regard car il n'a pas repéré sa mère pendant une seconde alors que la croûte des feuilles comprend ses pieds et que le tapotement de son armure étaient les seuls sons qu'il ennuyait à écouter alors qu'il commençait à sprinter encore plus vite. Avant qu'il le sache, Laciel se tenait face en premier devant son manoir, vêtu d'armure qui ferait supposer qu'il allait s'emparer de l'endroit pour des richesses... mais il n'était pas du genre à voler à son ami le plus proche, même si elle était un voleur avec un certain type de stries. Tandis qu'il regardait vers le haut, il fut immédiatement accueilli par une voix familière et charmante qui émanait de derrière lui.
Le garçon a rapidement pivoté autour pour trouver Illya debout là, regardant le garçon dans ses vêtements déchirés. Les yeux des garçons s'élargissaient et sa bouche tombait alors qu'il étudiait étroitement Illya, en même temps qu'il remarquait quelques choses remarquables. Alors que ses yeux s'éparpillaient, il se mit à marcher lentement vers elle, son rythme s'accrochant avant de s'arrêter brusquement devant la jeune fille pâle. Laciel tomba à l'un de ses genoux, regardant la jambe visible des filles pendant quelques instants avant de retourner son regard vers le haut.
Il n'y avait qu'une chose qu'il pouvait dire qui le soulagerait... en quelque sorte.
"Illia, qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" Ta robe est déchirée, tu as des coupures tout autour de la lumière peut voir, et une sale entaille! Bon sang, où as-tu fait un raid cette fois?! Ugh, tu pourrais être tué si quelque chose de pire arrivait! Je suis content que tu ailles bien, mais c'est pour ça que je t'ai mise en garde contre ce boulot. Peut commencer petit, mais ensuite vous risquez de perdre un membre, ou, ou vous pourriez finir emprisonné et envoyé à un destin où les gens que vous aimez ne plus jamais vous revoir! Bon sang, je pourrais prendre plus de temps de congé de la forge pour sécuriser votre sécurité si les choses commencent à descendre dans une ombre plus sombre!"
Peut-être pas. Le visage des garçons était en pure admiration et panique alors qu'il écrivait rapidement ses craintes au sujet d'Illya et de son travail. Bien sûr, il pensait qu'elle pouvait se tenir, mais il ne pouvait pas la laisser seule, de peur d'essayer le destin avec une cruauté ironique. Il n'était donc que naturel pour lui d'être dans cet état frénétique alors qu'il cherchait erratiquement quelques objets spécifiques. Comme il l'a fait, il a gardé l'œil sur le grizzly crimson gash qui n'a fait que nuire davantage à ses progrès alors qu'il continuait à chercher des articles spécifiques pour la traiter.
"Désolé si je suis un peu volatile Illya, mais tu sais que je n'ai peur que pour toi!... Gr, où sont les calendules quand tu en as besoin?! Quoi qu'il en soit, pouvez-vous vous expliquer Illya? Comment avez-vous réussi à attraper une blessure aussi horrible de toute façon?"
Alors qu'il poursuivit sa recherche du rouleau, il lui posa la question aussi calmement qu'il le pouvait, reconnaissant qu'il n'entendait même pas son côté de l'histoire et s'inquiétait, peut-être l'ennuyant un peu. Même si la situation avec Alixianna était cruciale, il se sentait également obligé de s'assurer que son ami était sain et sauf. Peut-être qu'il pourrait essayer de faire du thé pour elle, avoir une petite conversation, et puis couper à la poursuite...
... puis encore une fois elle peut juste couper avec sa langue, se demandant pourquoi il était adapté et avait l'air prêt à prendre sur le monde entier.
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.