TeddyTeeth
Loyal Servant of Altera
Name: Theodorian Lash
Nickname/Alias: Teddy/Lash/ Lash The Wanderer
Age: 103
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Height:6'4"
Weight: 180
Hair: White
Eyes: Light Blue
Skin: Tan
Identifying Marks: A long jagged scar across his back.
Appearance: (Minecraft skin) Wears a sleevless plant green shirt with leather trim, leather pants, gloves, boots, and shoulder pads. He wears his family's band around his head and a Dwarven belt that he was given as a gift.
Strengths: He is better at ranged combat than close quarters, though he has trained for all situations. He excels in destructive spells and tree singing, and is better than most of his race and conversing with other races.
Weaknesses and fears: His lengthy limbs prove more cumbersome than useful at close quarters, though the Dwarves did try to help him with this, but what could they really teach him? He also has issues when he tries to use some magic that he doesn't know to well, the lessons he was dozing off in while the elders tried to teach him.
Religion and cults: Lash has never really believed in any gods or greater beings, he has always been too busy for all that stuff. Even after being thrown onto his journey through space and time, he still doesn't take time to try to figure out why, or how, everything has been happening.
Profession: Wanderer
Past/History/Backstory: Lash was once, or possibly still is, an heir in his royal family to the throne. He comes from a village of Elven folk that lived in a huge forest, but were attacked by the humans who completely wiped out the forest around them, so they fought back. The Elven overthrew the humans throne and overtook their kingdom. They sent the remaining humans, with their king, to go into the wilderness. As Lash was growing up during all of this, still training (which usually takes near a hundred years to complete), he didn't like all the violence, and when he was told that he was going to one day take over the throne that his father stole, he didn't like that thought. Soon after his family settled Lash ran away. He began a trek to anywhere, he didn't really care where he was going, he never really thought of these kinds of things, he never really thought much about anything. He was always a little different from the other Elven. This is where his life actually started to become interesting, where he actually began to pay a little attention to things and enjoyed life. Lash one day came upon a huge gaping hole in the ground, all shimmery and alluring. He stared at the portal for awhile until he was drawn in and thrown through space and time. Every since that day he would always been transported somewhere where someone needed help, somewhere he would begin some quest to save someone or fix something. He has laid with a few woman and left them with his kids, unknowingly, and he has picked up a few things here and there. Every time his quest was done, he would disappear and be thrown through space and time once more, to his next destination. (sorry for the huge paragraph, forgot to seperate.)
Arrival:
Lash was suddenly thrust into exsistance and slammed into the floor by gravity, a rather gross wooden floor, that smelled of mold.
"Uuuuugh, where am I now?" Lash said quietly as he pushed himself back up, and dusted himself off. Nearby there was a shuffle from a staircase as a man came down with a torch in sword in hand,
"What is this ruckus going on down here?! You know we're closed? Who are you? A customer, here to take a boat to Altera like all the others?!" The old man threw question after question at Lash without a breath to allow response. Lash just stood there like a deer in headlights, trying to gather himself to speak up.
"Um, yes, sir', I believe I am." Lash managed to stutter out, cutting the man off, before he got to throw in another question. He realized that if he was thrown into this, apparent, boat dock of some sort that he must be meant to take the next boat to begin his new quest.
"Well, if that's the case, you better sign up for a request from their king like all the others." The old man said, pointing to a table with stationary. "You can sleep on the bench til morning in the waiting room, but don't you steal anything! Or wake me up!" He climbed the stairs back up to his room. Lash walked over to the stationary, and began to fill out his letter.....
(Not my artwork) kinda sorta lash, whiter hair, light blue eyes, and a little more goofy in expression.
Nickname/Alias: Teddy/Lash/ Lash The Wanderer
Age: 103
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Height:6'4"
Weight: 180
Hair: White
Eyes: Light Blue
Skin: Tan
Identifying Marks: A long jagged scar across his back.
Appearance: (Minecraft skin) Wears a sleevless plant green shirt with leather trim, leather pants, gloves, boots, and shoulder pads. He wears his family's band around his head and a Dwarven belt that he was given as a gift.
Strengths: He is better at ranged combat than close quarters, though he has trained for all situations. He excels in destructive spells and tree singing, and is better than most of his race and conversing with other races.
Weaknesses and fears: His lengthy limbs prove more cumbersome than useful at close quarters, though the Dwarves did try to help him with this, but what could they really teach him? He also has issues when he tries to use some magic that he doesn't know to well, the lessons he was dozing off in while the elders tried to teach him.
Religion and cults: Lash has never really believed in any gods or greater beings, he has always been too busy for all that stuff. Even after being thrown onto his journey through space and time, he still doesn't take time to try to figure out why, or how, everything has been happening.
Profession: Wanderer
Past/History/Backstory: Lash was once, or possibly still is, an heir in his royal family to the throne. He comes from a village of Elven folk that lived in a huge forest, but were attacked by the humans who completely wiped out the forest around them, so they fought back. The Elven overthrew the humans throne and overtook their kingdom. They sent the remaining humans, with their king, to go into the wilderness. As Lash was growing up during all of this, still training (which usually takes near a hundred years to complete), he didn't like all the violence, and when he was told that he was going to one day take over the throne that his father stole, he didn't like that thought. Soon after his family settled Lash ran away. He began a trek to anywhere, he didn't really care where he was going, he never really thought of these kinds of things, he never really thought much about anything. He was always a little different from the other Elven. This is where his life actually started to become interesting, where he actually began to pay a little attention to things and enjoyed life. Lash one day came upon a huge gaping hole in the ground, all shimmery and alluring. He stared at the portal for awhile until he was drawn in and thrown through space and time. Every since that day he would always been transported somewhere where someone needed help, somewhere he would begin some quest to save someone or fix something. He has laid with a few woman and left them with his kids, unknowingly, and he has picked up a few things here and there. Every time his quest was done, he would disappear and be thrown through space and time once more, to his next destination. (sorry for the huge paragraph, forgot to seperate.)
Arrival:
Lash was suddenly thrust into exsistance and slammed into the floor by gravity, a rather gross wooden floor, that smelled of mold.
"Uuuuugh, where am I now?" Lash said quietly as he pushed himself back up, and dusted himself off. Nearby there was a shuffle from a staircase as a man came down with a torch in sword in hand,
"What is this ruckus going on down here?! You know we're closed? Who are you? A customer, here to take a boat to Altera like all the others?!" The old man threw question after question at Lash without a breath to allow response. Lash just stood there like a deer in headlights, trying to gather himself to speak up.
"Um, yes, sir', I believe I am." Lash managed to stutter out, cutting the man off, before he got to throw in another question. He realized that if he was thrown into this, apparent, boat dock of some sort that he must be meant to take the next boat to begin his new quest.
"Well, if that's the case, you better sign up for a request from their king like all the others." The old man said, pointing to a table with stationary. "You can sleep on the bench til morning in the waiting room, but don't you steal anything! Or wake me up!" He climbed the stairs back up to his room. Lash walked over to the stationary, and began to fill out his letter.....
(Not my artwork) kinda sorta lash, whiter hair, light blue eyes, and a little more goofy in expression.
