Aeturnumbrae
Loyal Servant of Altera
Name:Lance Raider
Nickname/Alias:Lance
Age:25
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Height:5ft 11inches
Weight:79 kilos
Hair:Hazel
Eyes:Hazel
Skin: Peach
Identifying Marks:An obsidian medallion with a large emerald set in the center.
Appearance:Black hood with green trim, beige under-top. Looks slightly lopsided due to his crippled leg, his eyes have a look of upset in them.
Strengths:Skilled with a sword and a bow.
Weaknesses and fears:His right leg is crippled, this decreases his agility etc. Terrified of Vyres.
Religion and cults:Follows the ideologies of Skiera, yet doesn't pray much for her.
Profession:Hunter
Lance was born in a small cottage in the depths of the woods. His father, known as Axel Raider, was a Hunter. His mother, Marie Ackerman, for she had chosen to retain her maiden name, was a herbalist, skilled in the way of mixing herbs. As they needed to maintain a living, they often travelled to the small, but lively, town of Burlingdon. When he was born they simply celebrated with a choice cut of venison, caught by his father's own hands. As soon as he could walk well and could speak, his father started training him to be a Hunter. He was naturally skilled, and was a keen climber, his first kill was from a high up tree branch, killing a small doe with his bow.When he was four, his father crafted a sword and a medallion, both with an emerald on it, representing his birth colour. They're his most treasured items as his father was murdered. Axel Raider's death was a surprising one, when Lance was only seven years old. A well known Vyre named Draco Graves, from the town of Burlingdon, had murdered four people and then fled the town. The door was kicked open and in the cloud of dust there was a humanoid shape, fists clenched and ready for combat. Lance was upstairs sleeping at the time, but jumped up as soon as the booming sound was heard. His mother and father were the town. It was nearly midnight, they should be back in a few minutes thought Lance. He went downstairs to find the Vyre lurking around the kitchen, eyes red with rage, it was on a blood lust. Lance studied the Vyre's features, he knew it was Draco already, but he had to make sure. The only way to kill a Vyre is a wooden stake through the heart. Lance looked around, he saw a table under the kicked-in door. He heard some familiar noises, words, Marie and Axel. The Vyre turned around and stared at the gap in the wall where the door was, Lance heard gasps, they'd seen door had gone. It had all happened too fast. His mother and father rushed through the door, his father charging Draco, shouting some ineligible words. Draco had reacted with amazing reflexes, making Axel dive onto the ground. Draco launched himself onto Lance's father, biting him deep down all over his body. I was frozen with terror. His mother, the brave type of woman, grabbed the table leg and was sprinting over to his father and Draco faster than he ever knew she could. She stabbed Draco in the spine, completely missing his heart, although he did cry out in pain. The next thing he knew he was running over to tackle Draco. He pinned Draco to the ground, but it was no use, Vyres on blood lust have incredible strength. Draco pushed himself up, sending Lance to the ground. Draco grabbed Lance by the ankle pulling him up so he was hanging upside down. Draco grinned showing his large pointed teeth, then said, pointing to Lance's ankle "You won't have any use of this, after what I'm about to do to you, little boy." He bit deep into his flesh, crushing his ankle and probably every bone near it. Lance cried out in pain, a high pitched screaming sound, that wouldn't be classed as human. Suddenly the pain stopped, he was dropped to the ground. Am I dead or am I unconscious from the loss of blood. He hadn't realised his eyes were screwed shut, he slowly opened them and saw Draco, standing there rocking from side to side. His eyes were dull white orbs, they changed back to what he usually saw when he met him. They were full of sorrow though. He then barely whispered "I'm sorry..." But before he could finish he dropped to the ground...dead. There it was, the table leg, stuck in his body, right where his heart is. Lance's mother behind the dead Vyre, hands over her mouth, cying. Then he saw it... his father lieing in a pool of crimson blood, in a mess of flesh. Ever since that day he was absolutely terrified of Vyres.
Nickname/Alias:Lance
Age:25
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Height:5ft 11inches
Weight:79 kilos
Hair:Hazel
Eyes:Hazel
Skin: Peach
Identifying Marks:An obsidian medallion with a large emerald set in the center.
Appearance:Black hood with green trim, beige under-top. Looks slightly lopsided due to his crippled leg, his eyes have a look of upset in them.
Strengths:Skilled with a sword and a bow.
Weaknesses and fears:His right leg is crippled, this decreases his agility etc. Terrified of Vyres.
Religion and cults:Follows the ideologies of Skiera, yet doesn't pray much for her.
Profession:Hunter
Lance was born in a small cottage in the depths of the woods. His father, known as Axel Raider, was a Hunter. His mother, Marie Ackerman, for she had chosen to retain her maiden name, was a herbalist, skilled in the way of mixing herbs. As they needed to maintain a living, they often travelled to the small, but lively, town of Burlingdon. When he was born they simply celebrated with a choice cut of venison, caught by his father's own hands. As soon as he could walk well and could speak, his father started training him to be a Hunter. He was naturally skilled, and was a keen climber, his first kill was from a high up tree branch, killing a small doe with his bow.When he was four, his father crafted a sword and a medallion, both with an emerald on it, representing his birth colour. They're his most treasured items as his father was murdered. Axel Raider's death was a surprising one, when Lance was only seven years old. A well known Vyre named Draco Graves, from the town of Burlingdon, had murdered four people and then fled the town. The door was kicked open and in the cloud of dust there was a humanoid shape, fists clenched and ready for combat. Lance was upstairs sleeping at the time, but jumped up as soon as the booming sound was heard. His mother and father were the town. It was nearly midnight, they should be back in a few minutes thought Lance. He went downstairs to find the Vyre lurking around the kitchen, eyes red with rage, it was on a blood lust. Lance studied the Vyre's features, he knew it was Draco already, but he had to make sure. The only way to kill a Vyre is a wooden stake through the heart. Lance looked around, he saw a table under the kicked-in door. He heard some familiar noises, words, Marie and Axel. The Vyre turned around and stared at the gap in the wall where the door was, Lance heard gasps, they'd seen door had gone. It had all happened too fast. His mother and father rushed through the door, his father charging Draco, shouting some ineligible words. Draco had reacted with amazing reflexes, making Axel dive onto the ground. Draco launched himself onto Lance's father, biting him deep down all over his body. I was frozen with terror. His mother, the brave type of woman, grabbed the table leg and was sprinting over to his father and Draco faster than he ever knew she could. She stabbed Draco in the spine, completely missing his heart, although he did cry out in pain. The next thing he knew he was running over to tackle Draco. He pinned Draco to the ground, but it was no use, Vyres on blood lust have incredible strength. Draco pushed himself up, sending Lance to the ground. Draco grabbed Lance by the ankle pulling him up so he was hanging upside down. Draco grinned showing his large pointed teeth, then said, pointing to Lance's ankle "You won't have any use of this, after what I'm about to do to you, little boy." He bit deep into his flesh, crushing his ankle and probably every bone near it. Lance cried out in pain, a high pitched screaming sound, that wouldn't be classed as human. Suddenly the pain stopped, he was dropped to the ground. Am I dead or am I unconscious from the loss of blood. He hadn't realised his eyes were screwed shut, he slowly opened them and saw Draco, standing there rocking from side to side. His eyes were dull white orbs, they changed back to what he usually saw when he met him. They were full of sorrow though. He then barely whispered "I'm sorry..." But before he could finish he dropped to the ground...dead. There it was, the table leg, stuck in his body, right where his heart is. Lance's mother behind the dead Vyre, hands over her mouth, cying. Then he saw it... his father lieing in a pool of crimson blood, in a mess of flesh. Ever since that day he was absolutely terrified of Vyres.
