- Lentilles Laciel : terrains d'entraînement...
Tandis que le garçon trébuchait sur ses paroles, il s'inclinait alors que la lame de l'épée de Guineveres était presque en contact avec son visage charnu, ce qui n'aurait pas l'air bon à long terme. Ce n'était qu'une réaction naturelle pour essayer de s'éloigner d'un adversaire pour éviter d'avoir une partie de votre visage coupé, mais dans le cas de Laciels, il aurait besoin de quelques points de suture et d'une concotion d'Alixianna. Quoi qu'il en soit, il évita encore une fois tout mal alors qu'il regardait l'épée pendant qu'elle s'arrêtait brusquement, les yeux fixés sur la main des filles. Il y avait encore de la tension en lui, qui s'enfermait et le gardait à l'écart.
C'était sur le point de s'aggraver à long terme, car une raclée aléatoire s'est abattue derrière lui.
Sa réaction naturelle suivante a été de se retourner dans l'animosité avec une ville de surprise époustouflante. Cela n'a fait qu'aggraver l'état d'esprit des garçons alors qu'il tombait sur son dos, regardant vers le haut un Varric triomphant. Laciel se sentait obligé de jouer l'idiot, un cad dans la situation, pas l'érudit bien élevé qu'il était né. Pire encore, il croyait qu'il avait fait quelque chose de mal qui l'avait poussé à réfléchir si Varric se moquait de lui sans discrimination. Pire encore quand il a décidé d'essayer de le jeter avec un jab prématuré impliquant une de ses farces - celles qui leur ont coûté du temps et un peu d'argent.
À ce moment-là, il ne pouvait que s'étonner en pure amertume de sa raison d'être ici alors qu'il regardait à blanc les deux alors qu'il se poussait vers le haut, les écoutant parler. Cela ne lui a servi qu'à se demander s'il a dit la mauvaise phrase à Guinevere ou s'il interrompait leur temps. Quoi qu'il en soit, il a commencé à taper le bout de son menton pendant qu'il continuait à écouter la discussion en cours sur la botanique et ce, en particulier sur les fleurs et l'amitié.
"Spécifique et particulier dans une certaine mesure... Attends, cette chose de fleur pourrait-elle être complètement liée au petit cadeau en herbe que j'ai récemment reçu après les deux ans de départ de mes pères sur une quête si précaire et suspectement directe. Hmm, si je peux me souvenir, il y avait une histoire impliquant un... un cerf et deux frères. Les détails m'échappent, mais ça pourrait être lié à la lettre? Je vais interroger maman ou Varrics maman plus tard... ou peut-être m'envoyer aux livres co-réponses."
Alors que le jeune savant s'autorisait à plonger dans des pensées aussi inexorables, il continua à écouter le duo parler. Laciel cache discrètement sa fronce alors qu'il tourne la tête vers le côté, ses oreilles encore attentives tout comme son esprit souple. Il a eu le courage de se lever et de parler son esprit à Guinevere, montrant qu'il n'avait pas peur de poursuivre des rêves idéaux, contrairement à Laciel lui-même. Il regardait le sol, se griffait les dents, amer de ce qu'il ne pouvait pas accomplir.
Le garçon a seulement senti que c'était un coup de poing massif à l'intestin car il est devenu encore plus vert à la vue de ce qu'il vient de voir.
Guinevere réciproque les sentiments Varrics après ses mots bien placés, même après avoir tourné le discours corrosif à Laciel comme une façon de lui dire peut-être une confession bien maniaque qui tapait au cœur. Pourquoi n'a-t-il pas fait ce que Varric pouvait? Cette simple coquille l'empêcha de faire à peine n'importe quel ami à part le duo devant lui et Illya qui l'avait jeté et taquiné à un intervalle considérable, mais maintenant il sentait qu'il se séparait encore plus d'eux.
Est-ce que j'ai eu une chance? Ou était-ce juste une illusion à laquelle je voulais croire en raison de mon admiration pour elle? »
Rien ne semblait juste pour le garçon car sa propre merveille insatiable lui a permis d'avoir une chance d'être avec elle. Il comprenait que les filles craignaient d'être enchaînées, mais il savait qu'il pouvait lui permettre de suivre ses désirs et peut-être lui montrer que l'amour n'était pas trop dérangeant. Cependant, un ami, un prétendant a pu le battre jusqu'au coup de poing.
Varric a réussi à compléter ce cycle, ce qui l'a amené à laisser sa bouche légèrement agape à la vue d'eux en train de s'embrasser avant qu'ils ne s'éloignent les uns des autres. Peut-être que sa façon de penser était biaisée et égoïste? Il s'inquiétait légitimement pour la fille et ses problèmes, mais il pensait qu'elle ne devrait pas s'inquiéter pour une chose aussi naturelle. Il ne voulait pas la priver de l'une des joies de la vie, mais la forcer à une conclusion abandonnée ne les débarquerait nulle part.
Le garçon reprit son sang-froid dès que Varric commença son affinité naturelle pour parler avec des mots florissants. Le flirt s'inquiétait de l'emmener dîner, d'être mignonne autour d'elle... Cependant, quelques mots mentionnés par Varric lui ont fait justice et ont compilé les questions qu'il a données dans une réponse présentable. Au moins, cela a allégé ses esprits temporairement avant d'être encerclé encore une fois.
"Plus c'est bien, hein? Je me sentirais comme une étrange roue qui s'interjecte dans un rendez-vous si je le faisais. C'est déjà assez mal de me demander si j'ai dit quelque chose de incorrect, mais m'inviter à aggraver les choses, non... non... "Merci."
"Je, euh, euh... Je pense que je vais juste passer pour n-maintenant. Je devrais probablement retourner à la f-forge pour n-maintenant, j'imagine que je vais vous voir deux l-plus tard..."
"...
"Ah, au revoir!"
Avec ce dernier timidiment placé au bye, il le pouvoir s'éloigna de la scène, se penchant sur les myriades de possibilités de ce à quoi ils pourraient penser. Comme il l'a fait, il s'est éloigné de sa destination dite de la forge grâce à un mensonge bien placé. Laciel pensait que sa mère pouvait le couvrir alors qu'il préparait certaines armes à l'avance, juste au cas où quelqu'un s'arrêtait alors que sa mère s'occupait de la boutique. Il a supplié tous les dieux de ne pas se soucier d'elle. Comme il continua rapidement sur Laciel sentit le besoin de dégager sa tête et une amie pourrait peut-être l'aider avec cela si elle n'était toujours pas sur l'une de ses perspectives nocturnes qu'il craignait pour sa sécurité.
Laciel ne pouvait que se demander comment elle s'est faired comme il a traversé à Illya et Marideths logement - un hôtel particulier solitaire au bord de la ville.
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.