Hello!!! I'm relatively new to this site and its set up, but a pretty old hand at the RP business. Hope this guy will fit in alright, but should anything be out of sorts I have no problems changing it up to better suit the RP! Anyway, here goes
Name: (Lord) Lior Niamh Taliesin
Age: 19
Appearance (while human):
Transformation: Or, when half shifted between human and non-human, he appears like this
History: Lior is the son of a lesser noblemen from Gandryll. His mother was a woman of little noble standing who managed to marry her way into nobility, slowly having worked her way artfully into the courts, through use of political ploys. She is a Kirin Canavar, and an exceptionally old one. Kirin are practically immortal, and through use of her powers, she has remained relatively youthful in appearance. Kirin, like unicorns, were some of the first of the mythical beasts to be hunted down, for the properties of longevity that could be attained through grinding down their horns into powder. They were also slightly more lethal - having a powerful elemental connection with lightning. She is only a descendant of the initial purge of magic users and the legends of the power her people once held is lost to her. Still, she does not sneeze at the gifts her ability bestow upon her, and the advantages they would give her child. Lior was raised specifically to be a spy at court - groomed from a young age by his mother to blend and hide, listen and command. His one respite was learning to play court harp, which was only allowed as he could use his talents as a musician to sneak closer to people and gain court gossip. From his youngest years he was kept locked within the manor grounds and dilligently taught lessons - everything from history to mathematics. His mother also took him aside and made a special point of teaching him the atrocities committed against any and all magical creatures. She also had him take lessons in duelling and physical fighting, but he is pretty abysmal at both. She put him through rigorous and often times brutal training to try and unlock the secret of wielding lightning - believing that perhaps through extreme duress, the ability would show itself, but so far he showed no aptitude.
On his 18th birthday they held a ball at their manor, and to truly test his abilities, Lior’s mother sent assassins after him. They were under strict order not to kill him, though she made no specifications about the lengths they could go to. After beating him to near unconsciousness, Lior finally struck back out in a wild attack, shifting to his more beastial form and skewered one of the assassin’s with his horn, and blasted a hole clean through him. He shifted back to human form, weak and horrified with what had happened, while the other assassin fled. Scared witless and unable to decipher what it meant or whether it was a test he had failed, Lior panicked and fled home with nothing but his harp, a few scarce possessions, and the shirt upon his back. He fled into the lush forests surrounding Gandryll, searching for a place to hide away from the things he had seen and been forced into. He had no experience living on his own, or how to survive in the forest - other then a few books he had read in his spare time on plants, he was relatively useless. Within a week he was crawling back to the city outskirts, sick with hunger and thirst. There he began begging and busking to earn a few odd coins to keep his stomach full and buy thread to patch the holes in his clothes. He has been on his own for almost a full year, keeping well clear of the better cleaner parts of town, and playing in pubs and bars. Though his clothes are threadbare and his harp badly in need of a few new pegs and a case, he is free as a bird and intends to stay that way.
Personality: Lior was raised as the son of a nobleman, and has all the airs and graces of one: he can seem arrogant, pig headed and stubborn. His noble upbringing gave him a sheltered beginning in life, and he was naive and unknowing of the struggles of those with less fortunate parents. Though his recent homelessness is teaching him swiftly that the price of having a shelter over ones head and a full stomach is almost always costly, he fumbles with social graces and thinking of others. He is often unplanned and has difficulty in thinking plans all the way through - often times, he reacts on gut instinct and little else. He hates the idea of being bound to anyone or any place, and rejects having any responsibility thrown upon him. Though not unkind or belligerent, he tends to keep his interactions with others at a cordial friendly level, and delves little further. He gets tight lipped about his past, or his comings and goings, tending to veer conversation to silly tangents or his own poetry. His diligent training with his mother only seemed to inspire his more wilful, playful and mischievous side, and his distaste for authority. However when yelled or ordered he tends to back down without a fight because of learned behaviour ingrained under the harsh tutelage of his mother. In an effort to leave the drudgery of his past behind, he covers up with a cheerful and air of easy confidence. Beneath this charade however, he feels pretty lost and confused - certain he can’t go home, but uncertain where he SHOULD go, and terrified of the power he holds. Sometimes he still thinks back to the assassin, and how he killed them in a reactionary burst - and the idea of shifting back into his more bestial form sends shivers down his spine. As a distraction, and as a way of getting coin now that he is no longer living the plush life of nobility, he plays his harp and sings along with it. While he has a sweet enough voice, he is a far better harpist then he is a singer, and he often writes lyrics and poems to accompany his playing.
Strengths:1. Good singer and harpist. This is probably what he would consider his foremost strength and he would much rather rely on this and his relative charm to get him through.
2. He has gone through intense physical and mental training all his life, geared toward making him the perfect spy. He can be light footed and sneaky, has a skill with climbing rooftops, and is relatively good at listening in and other such spying ways.
3. He can transform into his kirin form, which is effectively the size of a small horse but thicker set with more muscle, and cloven hooves. He has turquoise scales intermingled with shaggy white fur, a long curved gold horn and fangs. In this form he is swift, agile and strong.
Weaknesses: 1. He cannot actually shift to his bestial form at will. He’s actually pretty much terrified of doing so. He has very little control of it however, and no control of his ability to use lightning attacks, or any idea how to even begin using them. He has little drive to practice at it, so is effectively pretty useless.
2. He has no future planning skills. He jumps from present idea to present idea, and often winds up worse for it.
3. He’s pretty naive. He’s not stupid, but easy to take advantage of: he’s not lived on the streets long enough to have good instincts for when an area is dangerous or a situation has gone from tense to downright dangerous. He can be naive about the implications of things, and also social situations. He was groomed for parties in the high courts, after all, not for brushing shoulders with those you would find at the local tavern.
Other: His family were nobility of medium rank, and have issued a reward for information about him, or his swift and safe return to the Taliesin mansion. Also other characters of nobility may recognize him or his name, as he had spent most of his life attending balls or other noble affairs with his parents.