You have been taken by the Mists

Author Topic: Ashcroft Langham - Eager student of the Macabre - Hunter of the Wckedly Viewed  (Read 878 times)

tzaeru

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Paridon, Winston's Weaponary

Childhood spent on the tight city streets of Paridon, in the ever present fog. From the depths of it carriages pulled by dark horses rumbled out in sudden, the beating of hooves against the worn bricks echoing through the narrow passageways between two-storey houses. Odd forces of magick flowing through Langham junior's veins were a question and a subject of fear - and unsaid hatred, shame - of his parents, who he yet held ever so dearly loved. Though in these lands, sparse are joys of long-lasting nature and during his very first years of teenhood, were his parents taken from him by the knife of Bloody Jack's.



Paridon as Ashcroft says his farewells to it

Voewful and full of sorrow the young orphan found a place under the wing of an aristocrat, who in all truth was more interested in showing off his supposed generousity to other of the Noble, than actually looking after the child, who spent most of his time with the street orphans and thus gained a view to the world from both sides of median income. After half a dozen times had the coat of gray snow taken hold of the city, he had started to question, many questions on the nature of dark forces - Who is Bloody Jack, why this mist, what is that makes a rich man rich?
It's his 28th birthday and time to say goodbye to Paridon. Armed with a dagger and flintlock, quick wits and charming looks, he sets off to learn, to understand. Borca is the destination to reach.


A Catherdal of Ezra in Sturben, Borca

In the land of Borca, the Home Faith holds strong. A year had passed - Ashcroft is now 29 - and a new force has taken a step to his life. Ezra. He's definitely not the most fanatic of her servants, nor much of a churchman, but he has found calmness in quiet prayers to her in his task. Grande ideas of standing as the protection between the Common Folk and Hordes of the Night have filled his mind and he lusts to learn more - to control his inborn energies of magicka - know about what he is fighting against and to serve, the ideals of his own, those that he has found to match with many aspects of Ezra's will.


Through the Mists is carried the beautiful sound of Vistani playing and far can the dancing lights of a bonfire be seen, shining their shelter in the dark night..


Arriving...

EDIT: Hopefully you find the bio and pictures enjoyable! Finally finished this character concept for play-a-new-char-week, that I've had in mind a long time..
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