Dans les premières recoins du matin, un homme était dur à travailler alors qu'il allait créer des objets merveilleux à partir des minerais que la terre portait à la famille. Les armes ont été soigneusement pendues afin de montrer l'artisanat du duo. Le garçon frappe continuellement le métal lumineux à des angles et des endroits spécifiques pour former l'objet dans ce qui serait une lame nouveau-né pour un aventurier errant à acheter. Au travail, il reste attentif non seulement à la lame, mais aussi à tous les clients potentiels qui ont décidé d'acheter une arme aussi tôt le matin... puis encore une fois, très rarement il voyait une tache de vie autre que l'animal occasionnel. Alors qu'il a fini de mouiller l'épée, il s'est mis à la refroidir avant de jeter un coup d'œil à la lame éloquemment façonnée.
"Hmm, pas mal je devrais dire. La lame est tranchante comme toujours avec le point d'être facilement capable de rabattre la chair... brr, une pensée plutôt horrible mais hélas c'est la vérité, une triste aussi à elle..."
"De toute façon, j'ai besoin de livrer des armes à quelques personnes et des académiciens aujourd'hui. J'ai une liste d'entre eux qui ont voulu que je livre, cependant, d'autres peuvent sembler recevoir leurs armes pendant que je suis parti... Espérons que maman ne s'inquiète pas pour moi errant sur un voyage merveilleux... pas comme cela se produira avec une poignée plus forte que l'acier"
Avec un soupir placide, il est entré dans la maison propre qui a été bien gardé malgré les outils tranchants tout autour. En scannant la zone générale, il a trouvé une feuille de papier propre qui se trouvait près de choses surprenantes qui pouvaient être considérées comme dangereuses. C'était un signe que sa mère a peut-être oublié de nettoyer quelque chose la nuit dernière avant de partir au bar. Même si c'était mineur, ils devaient garder les apparences à la hauteur pour attirer des gens potentiels qui pourraient vouloir acheter des biens et il ne voulait pas du tout l'impression d'être négligent.
Le garçon s'occupait du problème le plus rapidement possible et s'occupait de son entreprise, trouvant les matériaux nécessaires pour laisser une note derrière elle afin qu'elle comprenne où il traversait. Alors qu'il allait écrire une lettre, il continua à méditer sur le message énigmatique que son père lui avait laissé concernant des fleurs, ainsi que sur l'étrange cadeau qu'il avait reçu la nuit dernière. Il agita son esprit sur leur signification, mais continua à lutter pour déverrouiller les secrets qui ont empêché sa vue. Une fois la lettre terminée, il l'a laissée sur le bureau, car c'était la première chose qu'elle verrait probablement dans le hall. Cela dit, il est retourné dans l'atelier, achetant les marchandises avant de partir.
"Je me demande pourquoi certaines personnes ne peuvent jamais obtenir ce trade comme c'est assez simple. Puis encore une fois, les gens ont leur propre niche et peuvent l'utiliser pour les aider dans leur éducation... Père a pratiqué une certaine alchimie, mais j'ai lutté pour conjurer des concoctions créatives. Malgré tout, je ne devrais pas abandonner ce chemin que j'ai tracé. Je pourrais avoir besoin de trouver obstinément un autre moyen si elle continue d'essayer de me descendre et de me forcer à aller dans le forgeron et le forgeron seulement. Elle sait que j'ai une envie de savoir, mais elle essaie trop fort de laisser ce désir s'évanouir en essayant consciemment de me protéger... peut-être qu'un jour je pourrai le poursuivre, mais pour l'instant... ça."
Le garçon se lamentait dans ses pensées alors qu'il commençait son chemin vers le sud, en nettoyant son visage avec un chiffon simple qui devint gris au cours de l'essuyage du grime et de la sueur enchâssés sur ses joues. Il a gagné quelques regards d'une petite quantité de personnes autour de son âge qui doit obtenir un raisonnement pour pourquoi il était debout si tôt tout en ayant l'apparence d'être épuisé. Les autres qui connaissaient les services qu'il offrait à ses parents n'étaient pas étrangers lorsqu'il livrait les armes à leurs nouveaux compagnons. Un par un, il les a enregistrés et leur achat ainsi que l'obtention de la bonne quantité d'or d'eux dans le processus. Au cours du petit matin, il a dépêché les articles avec facilité, avant de livrer l'arme finale - une lance à son propriétaire légitime. Avec cette tâche finalement terminée, il a commencé à traverser à nouveau au forgeron, en envisageant d'aller se former ou étudier un peu...
... avant d'entendre une voix familière d'un homme plutôt infâme (à ses yeux) complétant la fille des maires. Même avec cette partie spécifique de la phrase qui sortait, il était plus curieux de ce qu'il voulait dire par fléau... et puis il a vu le cerf qui dévorait les fleurs des maires. C'était un jaune vif, de la même couleur que les fleurs qui aidaient le garçon à discerner facilement qu'il s'agissait d'un cerf cobaltifère. Un de ses livres lui racontait les bêtes enchantées qui erraient près de la ville et il a absorbé la connaissance dans son système, obtenant une compréhension profonde de la situation difficile. Il est également arrivé à la conclusion de comment l'attirer sans sauter à l'utilisation de l'armement car il semblait qu'ils étaient un peu déroutés et presque prêts à agir sur l'impulsion.
"D'accord, si des problèmes de cerfs... ok Laciel, il suffit de marcher jusqu'à eux et de dire poliment votre affaire et votre idée d'enlever la créature des locaux sans l'usage de la force."
"Uhm... Monsieur? Je, euh... Je pense que j'ai une solution à ce problème."
Cela pourrait être plus doux qu'il ne le pensait alors qu'il tentait d'éviter tout contact visuel. Toute cette situation était embarrassante et il voulait juste fuir vers le forgeron car c'était tellement embarrassant. Et s'il a dit la mauvaise chose ou a trébuché sur ses propres mots?! Ce n'était pas du tout une bonne situation pour Laciel.
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.