Helo

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Port
Interactions: Lucia@Potter

It had been ten days since Leon had jumped through a tear in the space time continuum. A portal into what was very clearly not even Earth, the locals were fairly primitive, and way strange but it wasn’t awful. Avalia had its own perks, the food was certainly better, the people here were a real trip, and well, magic was clearly its biggest plus. Earth didn’t have magic, not like this, and it didn’t have the endless things he had never seen or heard of, so much to explore and experience. Avalia had fresh clean air, land untouched by true industrialization, and endless possibilities. He’d even already made a friend, Lucia, an elf, an actual pointy eared, bow and arrow wielding, awesome elf. And unlike the ones in stories, this elf was generous and friendly. There were certainly worse fates than paling around with a wealthy badass elf. Like being murdered by a crime boss, which was probably how his life on Earth was about to end. Then again an evil skeleton wanted to kill him here so that wasn’t great, and Leon hadn’t even done anything yet.

The other big downside was that none of his tech worked here but Avalia had its own technology to figure out. As Lucia mentioned making something to eat, Leon realized he still hadn’t put the weird oven back together yet. No not an oven, here they called it a fira, and it used solar power to heat things fairly quickly. Minutes rather than the seconds he was used to but he still wanted to figure out how exactly it worked. Just about everything in Avalia either ran on solar power or magic, so there was a bit of a learning curve to what he was used to. As a kid he’d learned the best way, or at least the way that was the most fun, was to take something apart and figure it all out by putting it back together again. It was like solving a mystery, and the fact that nothing around here seemed to come with an instruction manual made it even more fun.

”Ya know, I can see it, you could charm the scales off a snake. Trade and barter must be nothing, then again who’d want to argue with elven Robin Hood.” Leon said laughing as Lucia twirled an arrow and grinned.

”And food sounds great, but the fira isn’t one hundred precent in working order. It will be soon, once I figure out why it keeps making that burnt smell…” Leon said then flashed an innocent smile, trailing off as he thought more about it. He had taken it apart last night, tried to put it back together again but every time it seemed like it was about to work it, the device gave off a terrible burning smell. It was overheating, he needed to pay closer attention to the heating components. He almost had it figured out last night but then before he’d finished fixing whatever it was he’d broken he had a better idea to improve the hoverboard he’d gotten just before coming to the River Port. The hoverboard was remarkably similar to the one he’d had as a kid, and just different enough that it was still fun to make adjustments to, and now it ran much better than before, unlike the fira. Lucia would probably want him to fix that soon but if they couldn’t make food in the house, they might have to venture out into the town. That prospect made him want to put off fixing the fira until later.

”I guess maybe we’ll have to go into town and try local cuisine.” Leon added, and there was really no use in trying to hide his enthusiasm at that suggestion. He wanted to explore the world here, not hide in a house all day.

”Plus if we go into town, we might find more humans, or allies. Then later, more training for sure, gotta level up to make sure a bag of old bones doesn’t kill me.” He continued, and while Leon didn’t normally care for things that took too much work, training was more like fun.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forest outside of Roshmi
Interactions: Zephyrin@Howlsofwinter, Kenia@Tae, Elthrael@Dezuel, Arwen?@princess

Bowyn recognized the wisdom in what Elthrael said, humans who let their power control them would make poor allies. The madman they had encountered before leaving Roshmi was proof enough of that, and while he didn’t trust Elthrael’s loyalty, his judgement here seemed sound. Elthrael’s usefulness was apparent, as he tossed apples to both Zephyrin and the elf who called herself Arwen. Perhaps now Zephyrin would cease stomping about like a disgruntled child at the prospect of a single missed meal. Arwen was overly friendly, behaving nothing like an elf. Her generosity with the apple and overly agreeable statements reminded him more of his own kind than any elf he’d ever run across. The fact that she seemed so genuinely excited to meet them was both annoying and endearing, like so many he’d known in his own village. Kenia’s comment only furthered his suspicion that this was likely not an elf. He took another drink from his bottle, as its contents diminished it tasted less and less like fire, and simply became easier to drink more of it. But the alcohol was failing him, he was still thinking of home.

“Well, it certainly looks like you prefer your people to mine, but then again, she hardly acts like an elf.” Bowyn mumbled back to Kenia. His speech was slurred, not enough to be incoherent, but enough that it was clear he was far from sober.

”Apparently you’re a cute little birdie.” He said to Boreas, who in turn took the complement by flipping his wings to better show off his flight feathers.

”Boreas likes your compliment. It seems we’re all going to the same place and we’re more than willing to be your guide for amas. Bowyn spoke to Clara, more pleasantly this time. He wasn’t about to turn down easy money, allowing a stranger to walk with them, to what seemed to be the same place they were already headed, was even easier than stealing it.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests outside Roshmi City
Interactions: Cora @Potter, Elsea @Tae, Ezeri @Alivefalling

“My apologies, I intended no insult. I have never met nor heard of devil’s before but if you're an enemy of the demon that was just here then it is nice to meet you Ezeri. I am Cadence of a Thunderstorm.” Cade said, relaxing some as the self proclaimed devil returned her sword to its sheath. Cade was still wary of her offer to join them, while the apparent demon they had just encountered was clearly no friend, Sakura was both a demon and a friend to him. He didn’t want to lead another to the port town if there was a chance Ezeri would try and harm Sakura. But much like the demon they had encountered at the ball, the demon in this forest was not something he knew how to fight, and if this devil had experience fighting demons she would be of great use.

“Excellent suggestion, let’s keep moving.” Cade said in response to Cora’s suggestion. He struggled to shake off some of his coldness towards her, relieved to hear her become more reasonable once again. What he couldn’t shake however was the words the false Shadow had spoken, even knowing it had come from a demonic enemy. Their purpose is only to destroy. He had seen the destruction, the lack of self control to wield power responsibly. Even in good people such destructive power, gone unchecked, would have devastating consequences. He remained unusually quiet, though he kept a close eye on Ezeri, unsure of what the motives of this strange creature and her unusual companions were. The sooner they got to the port town the better, he needed the help of someone like the elves, to better teach these humans control over their magic.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests north of Roshmi City
Interactions: Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok found Malachi to be perplexing, this was far from what he expected from a light elf, especially one so against Aklenroth. If this was some sort of trick then Malachi was an excellent liar, but nothing about his tone or demeanor seemed deceptive. He thought about what Malachi said, and it was hard to even imagine a world in which the dark and light elves could live peacefully alongside each other, and alongside fairies and demihumans as well. His people clung to pain just as tightly as they clung to hatred, it was part of them, it gave them strength. But dominion over darkness had been a gift to the dark elves from the goddess Halastra, one given in compassion to ease suffering, and they now used it to inflict pain. Dark elves had lost their way, and perhaps The Great King had as well. Valok found it difficult to imagine Aklenroth as something fallible, someone who could allow himself to be as lost as Valok had found his own people to be, but the King had ruled for a long time. Maybe to have a better world they needed someone to rule who was not burdened by the pain of the past, and willing to forgive present wrongs. If that was something Risa’s rebellion stood for that was something he was willing to try and fight for.

“If a better future is truly the goal of this rebellion, it will have my allegiance. Many of my kind are too far lost, but for those who aren’t they need a better way. You are not what I expected of light elves, and if this is what you, and the fairy Risa, fight for, I’m willing to fight alongside you. Maybe we can show our people a better way.” Valok said as he firmly shook the hand offered by Malachi. He had not expected this, to find himself willing to follow a light elf, to find him amicable, to accept a rebellion against The Great King. Rather than the doubt and dread he was expecting to find on this journey he felt something warmer. A feeling vastly different than the fires of hatred when one faced an enemy. For the briefest moment he didn’t feel the cold and consuming hollowness, as he thought about a better world, the possibility of it, the warm feeling lingered. Was this what hope felt like? Like the stories of dark elves from long ago, first inspired to fight for Aklenroth on the promise that they would thrive even in exile. The hope of something better, and the feeling it provided seemed like something worth following, enough to try.

”I am called Valok.” He added after Malachi had introduced himself. The light elf directed them to walk closer to the trees and further from the open skies and the brightness of the afternoon sun. Valok was grateful to be closer to the shade, his vision was better here and it was comforting to be near the shadows cast by the trees. They didn’t walk long before Belladonna prevented the group from traveling further, stopping to ask a string of questions. Valok had not noticed any signal from Malachi for this to happen and he wondered if it was common for light elves to allow their subordinates to act in this manner. He kept quiet, not having been addressed with any further questions and not wanting to speak out of turn. Her suspicions seemed focused on Myra and Mathias who were looking for the demon’s companions. He waited to hear there answers, wondering if the three Myra had named were demon’s as well.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forest outside of Roshmi
Interactions: Zephyrin@Howlsofwinter, Kenia@Tae, Elthrael@Dezuel, Clara@princess

Bowyn thought on Zephyrin’s response to his question, and it struck him as strange. It was hard to imagine the winter fairy would care so little about her own people. About the other races he could see, their village had always been more focused on their own problems. The winter fae had enough to deal with that the problems of the rest of the world certainly paled in relation. But to be so casual about the suffering of her own people, his people, even the coldest of his kind had to feel something for their own kinsmen. Instead of pushing it further Bowyn shrugged as she moved to follow with them. He gave a quiet chuckle as she picked up one of the discarded bottles and made a face after drinking from it. If the other winter fairy was going to start drinking he might as well too.

”Do as you please.” He said taking a drink from a bottle as Zephyrin began following with them.

They walked through the morning into the afternoon, and Bowyn was grateful for the relative quiet of it all. Whatever danger had caused the smoke they’d seen never caught up to them, the forest was quiet and just calm enough to give him a break from thinking about the danger of his own situation. He wondered how close to the fire Torvi or Belle might have been, whether they managed to stay together or if they had managed to find worthy traveling companions. He hoped they were not alone in the forest, he felt guilty that he hadn’t stuck closer to them. He drank from his bottle to try to keep these thoughts just in the back of his mind. He didn’t really want to feel anything but the comforting numbness of alcohol. The afternoon sun beat down on him, the alcohol compounded this, leaving him uncomfortably warm and slick with sweat. He didn’t like being so far from the cold but he tried not to think about it. Missing the cold made him miss his home, and the company of another of his kind only made it worse, a nagging reminder of where he came from. Even though the alcohol only made the heat worse he kept sipping from the warm bottle, making his mind focus more on walking, on not stumbling or appearing as intoxicated as he was. It kept him further from the places his mind wanted to drift too. Eventually he noticed Zephryin staring at him in a way that expected something from him. Did she want his alcohol? He was not sharing, and she already had her own bottle that she seemed barely able to stomach.

“Why is she looking at me?” He asked Boreas, who sat upon his shoulder, watching those around them.

“I believe your new friend is hungry.” Boreas replied, having heard Zephryins stomach.

“Why is that my problem?” Bowyn whispered back to the bird.

“She looks young, perhaps she has imprinted on you. You are it’s mother now.” Boreas replied, the look in his eyes clearly showing how amusing he found the situation. Bowyn choked back a laugh.

“That’s not funny.” Bowyn said, shaking his head. Boreas’s attention turned and the bird’s gaze became fixed upon an aerial figure. Bowyn turned and watched for a few moments, though staring at the winged figure made him slightly dizzy. Once it was closer he recognized it to be Elthrael as the moth fairy landed on a nearby branch.

”Oh? Couldn’t find anyone better? He asked, though he had learned by now not to expect direct answers from Elthrael, but riddles instead. Kenia didn’t stop to chat when Elthrael showed up, so Bowyn didn’t either. He found it more than a little strange that Elthrael kept disappearing, but at this point he could hardly bring himself to really care what the moth fairy was up to. It was easier to just follow Kenia’s lead, there was less to think about, less taxing on his mind. He saw Kenia reach for a dagger and turned to see another approaching them. Bowyn rolled his eyes, but before he had a chance to offer a sarcastic and unhelpful response Kenia was inviting the stranger to travel with them. He supposed he should be more concerned that he was no longer aware enough of his surroundings that random elves were sneaking up on him, but just by looking at her he dismissed this new elf as being about as dangerous as the prey Boreas hunted. He shot Kenia an annoyed and confused look, he had thought they were on the same page about keeping the group smaller.

”Better keep up elf, we’ve already left behind those who couldn’t.” He said, continuing forward and not bothering to look back over his shoulder as he spoke.

”The elf is coming with us?” Boreas asked, studying the elf more intently than Bowyn had.

”Seems likely, based on our luck today.” Bowyn said.

”I have a good feeling about this one, be nicer.” Bores added. Bowyn rolled his eyes but Boreas had been right when the bird had been nervous about the winged demihuman at the ball so maybe the bird had better judgement than him. Bowyn turned around and gave a mock bow to the new elf.

”I’m Bowyn, it is so great to meet you.” He added with a false smile before looking back to the merlin perched on his shoulder. ”Better?” He asked the bird whose beady eyes looked unimpressed.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests north of Roshmi City
Interactions: Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok paid attention to the way the others responded, from the corner of his eye he caught Myra’s reaction as he mentioned Aklenroth. She was viscerally uncomfortable, which he found to be a strange reaction from a demon. The Great King had always been a friend to the demons, hadn’t he? That was what he was taught, Aklenroth supported those whom the other race’s had cast aside, those others wanted destroyed. A true hero to dark elves, orcs, and to demons, allowing them to flourish, but Myra’s reaction gave him the smallest bit of doubt to that. Myra then followed with her own answer, a list of names that she spoke with great care, as if speech was difficult. He tilted his head at the curious creature who looked wild and untamed. He’d never heard of wild creatures learning speech before and the feat seemed quite impressive.

The other man, the demihuman, offered a very simple answer, he stood against Aklenroth. Myra’s proximity and smile towards Mathias told him that the demon stood with demihuman. Although he wondered why they had such hatred for The Great King he kept his questions to himself. He didn’t need to appear more suspicious, he just had to wait, eventually he assumed their motivations would be clear and he could learn from them. The woman was apparently not expected to answer the question, but as the light elf answered his own question he figured the two shared the same sentiment. Malachi’s answer, while more complete than the other’s, did not tell him anything of use. His reasoning against Aklenroth was too personal, not one that Valok could truly understand. Casualties in war were inevitable, and change would bring more casualties. This was part of life, not a reason to rebel against order.

The light elf offered the path along the cost as a safe means of travel and Valok looked once again out at water. It was tempting, a quiet peaceful place, and he’d never seen anything quite so beautiful before. But he knew war was coming, it was coming to all places, even this one, and to look at it for too long made his eyes hurt from the brightness of it all anyhow. He did not want to be uninvolved, but he didn’t know if the kind of change Malachi spoke of would be a kind one for his people. History told him it likely would not be; what would stop light elves from thirsting for the same revenge as his people had? Valok was not interested in traveling with them through deception, he would not proclaim an allegiance he did not feel. He kept his words sincere and accepted whatever consequences that would have.

”I have nothing to gain from betraying you. I deserted the army, even if I were to return with the head of the rebel fairy herself my kindest punishment would be a quick death. And as you know my people are not known for kindness. If my goal was to kill I would’ve stayed where I was, but I want something more than to kill just because another tells me I should. I wish to learn, to see for myself if a better way exists.” Valok said in a calm and even tone.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests outside Roshmi City
Interactions: Cora @Potter, Elsea @Tae, Ezeri @Alivefalling

Cade nodded and managed a half hearted smile at Elsea’s words, and he was thankful for them. He still felt uneasy but her reassurance that what he saw was an illusion calmed him enough to put it out of his mind for the time being. He headed forward, more than ready to leave the campsite and the smell of smoke and ashes behind. Just as they headed forward something barreled into him. Cade moved to swat at it but missed as the small flying imp stumbled about. The imp asked about the fire, and shortly after another appeared with the same question. He glanced around looking to make sure they were not more strangers approaching, and he saw more flames around Cora’s hands. Cade let out an exasperated sigh.

”Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage today.” Cade asked quietly, as he turned towards Cora. His eyes looking from the fire that once again danced around her hands before meeting Cora’s eyes for a brief moment. His tone came out harsher than he intended and he doubted there was anything friendly in his eyes. He felt guilty for doing so; he knew that they had all seen horrible illusions and that Cora seemed to be more deeply affected by it. But she had also unleashed destruction, allowed parts of the forest and other creatures to become collateral damage and he could not let that slide. He wished he could manage a reassuring smile, something to let her know they would be okay in time but instead he simply looked away and towards the strangers before them.

Cade kept a tight grip on his halberd, noting how the horned and red skinned woman had drawn her own sword. He walked ahead of the humans, keeping himself positioned between the devil and his companions. To Cade the creature appeared to be a demon, and demons were certainly capable of powerful magic. She had shown up just as the illusions ended and it was possible that she was the one behind them. But he didn’t know for sure, so he tried to appear non-hostile, not wanting to escalate things into a fight if it wasn’t necessary. Cora had already summoned up fire, there was no use in trying to pretend like his companions were anything other than humans. The devil’s companions, the flying imp and a strange fleshy and hissing beast, didn’t look as dangerous as their leader. Cade bowed his head to the creatures, as he greeted them.

”No need for a fight, Demoness, fire has been extinguished.” Cade said, managing a friendly smile. He elaborated no further on how the fire started, unwilling to place blame on Cora in front of strangers, that was between the three of them. ”Some sort of sorcerer lurks in this forest, we are leaving.” He added and waited to see how she responded. He occasionally stole a glance at the smaller, foul mouthed, flying creature as he still hovered about.

Avalia

Leon Sullivan, man of the future

Leon Sullivan ⋆ 21 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearance

Height:

5’11

Weight:

180lbs

Hair Color:

A bright green mohawk, though his natural hair color, dark brown, is evident at its roots.

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Pale

Brief Clothes Description:

His clothes from his own time period quickly stuck out in Avalia. He swapped them out for clothes bought from an elven merchant, basic black trousers, a dark green shirt, and mostly because he couldn’t bear to part with it, he kept his leather jacket with it’s lime green accents. To his own horror none of his gear or cybernetic implants worked in Avalia, even though he tried for days to repair them, it would seem the trip through the portal left them all totally fired.

Energetic ⋆ Generous ⋆ Outgoing⋆ Thrill-Seeker

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Tech
⋆New experiences
⋆Adrenaline rushes

Dislikes:

⋆Authority
⋆Boredom
⋆Being Alone

Fears:

⋆Being Disliked
⋆Isolation
⋆Physical confrontation

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Personality:

Leon is an extroverted, attention loving, adrenaline junkie. He hates silence, boredom, and most of all being alone. He will talk to basically anyone, about anything and if he has no idea what he’s talking about he will make it up and most people have a hard time figuring out when he’s lying. Which he does, compulsively, without even thinking about it, just to keep things interesting. How others see him, whether or not they like him, is incredibly important to Leon. He will do stupid things for attention. He is loud, brash, impulsive, and frequently obnoxious, but he’s also selfless to his own detriment. Leon will give up just about anything he has if it helps another out, the last of his money, food, the shirt off his back, even to a stranger. He’s not the type to leave someone behind just to save his own skin, but he's also not the first join in a fight just to have someone's back.

Leon has little patience, he prefers things that lead to instant gratification. His impulsivity means he has quick reaction times but with little forethought. Safety is not his priority, but rather will it be fun or will it help someone are his first thoughts when there’s danger, but Leon is by no means brave. He doesn't like violence, seeing it or being a part of it, and will try just about anything to avoid a confrontation. The only times he’s really felt anxious are when alone or when he feels like he’s failing at something. He’s used to picking things up quickly, shying away from pursuits he is not immediately good at, and failure is a constant worry. He hates to let people down, sets high expectations for himself and often works unintentionally towards his own detriment. He’s far more forgiving of others than he is of himself. Leon doesn’t hold grudges, and it takes a lot to anger him. He tries to keep any negative feelings buried, rather than deal with them. He is not a confrontational person, he’s not one for fighting, and violence is something he sees only as a very last resort.

While Leon’s fairly intelligent, he rarely thinks ahead before acting. Where his intelligence shines though, is with machines and technology, he can tinker around with a machine and figure out how it works with incredible skill. He will often claim machines just speak to him, and he’s at his absolute happiest when he’s playing around with new gadgets. He gets along with others easily, and with those who don’t seem to like him, he just tries even harder. There is very little he takes seriously, and he likes anyone who can tell a good joke. His energy is almost always high as long as he’s around others, but when by himself he gets lonely very quickly. Unless there’s gadgets to keep him entertained but even that only lasts for so long.

Isolating ⋆ Exciting ⋆Dangerous

Background

Occupation

Criminal/Tech Wizard/Hacker

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mostly alive but they don’t really talk

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None that he was close to

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

Only the casual variety

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Was quickly picked up by some rebels, helped him learn the ropes of Avalia

History:

Leon grew up the only child of two highly driven and successful parents who were rarely around. He grew up wealthy, everything he wanted was given to him but most of his childhood was spent very isolated and the loneliness was difficult for him. He acted out for attention that he never got, instead he only found his parents harsh disappointment. They didn’t want to raise a child, they wanted a perfect prodigy that would follow in their footsteps and compound on the family legacy. It was a boring path and one Leon rejected in favor of the far more exciting chance to see the world outside the gated estate he grew up in and he left home as a teenager looking for something more. From inside his home, the world was a bright and exciting place, huge leaps in technology and the wide variety of cybernetic implants made life a lot easier in a lot of ways. Outside his home he found himself drawn to the city's criminal underbelly, where regulations of technology didn’t need to be followed, and he was free to experiment on the fridges.

A childhood spent figuring out how gadgets work began to pay off, he found himself excelling at hacking machines and tinkering with illegal implants. He found the greatest minds of his time were working for crime syndicates, and he got to learn from them, experiment and tinker alongside them without having to worry about anything else, all he had to do was create. He didn’t care what his tech was used for, only that he worked on things that were new and exciting. Being considered a criminal was exciting for him, there was an element of danger to it, but he was just enough removed from the truly dangerous stuff that he rarely worried about it. It was all about the thrill as far as he was concerned, and the money and attention was enough to fend off loneliness.

He spent his off time partying, living it up like he’d always dreamed about but eventually that wasn’t enough. He wanted more excitement and found himself working with increasingly more dangerous people. The more risk, the more reward, the more it made him feel whole but still never fully satisfied. It all culminated with him fully witnessing the violence his tech could cause, seeing the way it was used to hurt people. He’d known who he was working for, creating for, the kind of people whose enemies ended up dead and whoever got in their way became collateral damage. He saw things he could’ve never prepared himself for, but in his line of work resigning was not an option. Leon tried anyway, he had a plan, he was going to run away and start over in a new city. It seemed viable at the time, he saved up, bought a ticket to a city far enough away that he could be free again. In hindsight it was stupid, of course they had eyes on his activities, his boss knew what he was up to. A couple of teched up goons caught up to him, and it was about to be the end of Leon.

By some strange twist of luck a portal opened, a rift between time and space and Leon took his last chance and hurled himself through it. He found himself somewhere else entirely, a place primitive in so many ways but with the addition of actual magic. None of his gear worked, none of his cybernetic implants functioned, he was like a normal human from the past and that was almost enough for him to wish for death. But he had magic here, he could do incredible things and that was exciting. The technology here worked in ways entirely different from his own, there was, at least, something fun and exciting here to learn and he was fully captivated by the potential that magic held. There was danger too, some evil undead skeleton creature that wanted humans dead. It felt cartoonish in comparison to what he had lived through, like a game rather than a harsh reality. Then he saw the violence of this new world, and he soon realized how far from a game it all was, how brutal the seemingly whimsical world of Avalia could be.

Special Ability: Aerokinesis ⋆ Resourceful ⋆ Non-confrontational

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Endurance
⋆Crafty
⋆Good at picking up new things, as long as they’re interesting

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Little combat skills
⋆Neither sneaky nor stealthy
⋆Not a fan of violence

Ability on Avalia:

Aerokinesis

Avalia

Leon Sullivan, man of the future

Leon Sullivan ⋆ 21 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearance

Height:

5’11

Weight:

180lbs

Hair Color:

A bright green mohawk, though his natural hair color, dark brown, is evident at its roots.

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Pale

Brief Clothes Description:

His clothes from his own time period quickly stuck out in Avalia. He swapped them out for clothes bought from an elven merchant, basic black trousers, a dark green shirt, and mostly because he couldn’t bear to part with it, he kept his leather jacket with it’s lime green accents. To his own horror none of his gear or cybernetic implants worked in Avalia, even though he tried for days to repair them, it would seem the trip through the portal left them all totally fired.

Energetic ⋆ Generous ⋆ Outgoing⋆ Thrill-Seeker

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Tech
⋆New experiences
⋆Adrenaline rushes

Dislikes:

⋆Authority
⋆Boredom
⋆Being Alone

Fears:

⋆Being Disliked
⋆Isolation
⋆Physical confrontation

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Personality:

Leon is an extroverted, attention loving, adrenaline junkie. He hates silence, boredom, and most of all being alone. He will talk to basically anyone, about anything and if he has no idea what he’s talking about he will make it up and most people have a hard time figuring out when he’s lying. Which he does, compulsively, without even thinking about it, just to keep things interesting. How others see him, whether or not they like him, is incredibly important to Leon. He will do stupid things for attention. He is loud, brash, impulsive, and frequently obnoxious, but he’s also selfless to his own detriment. Leon will give up just about anything he has if it helps another out, the last of his money, food, the shirt off his back, even to a stranger. He’s not the type to leave someone behind just to save his own skin, but he's also not the first join in a fight just to have someone's back.

Leon has little patience, he prefers things that lead to instant gratification. His impulsivity means he has quick reaction times but with little forethought. Safety is not his priority, but rather will it be fun or will it help someone are his first thoughts when there’s danger, but Leon is by no means brave. He doesn't like violence, seeing it or being a part of it, and will try just about anything to avoid a confrontation. The only times he’s really felt anxious are when alone or when he feels like he’s failing at something. He’s used to picking things up quickly, shying away from pursuits he is not immediately good at, and failure is a constant worry. He hates to let people down, sets high expectations for himself and often works unintentionally towards his own detriment. He’s far more forgiving of others than he is of himself. Leon doesn’t hold grudges, and it takes a lot to anger him. He tries to keep any negative feelings buried, rather than deal with them. He is not a confrontational person, he’s not one for fighting, and violence is something he sees only as a very last resort.

While Leon’s fairly intelligent, he rarely thinks ahead before acting. Where his intelligence shines though, is with machines and technology, he can tinker around with a machine and figure out how it works with incredible skill. He will often claim machines just speak to him, and he’s at his absolute happiest when he’s playing around with new gadgets. He gets along with others easily, and with those who don’t seem to like him, he just tries even harder. There is very little he takes seriously, and he likes anyone who can tell a good joke. His energy is almost always high as long as he’s around others, but when by himself he gets lonely very quickly. Unless there’s gadgets to keep him entertained but even that only lasts for so long.

Isolating ⋆ Exciting ⋆Dangerous

Background

Occupation

Criminal/Tech Wizard/Hacker

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mostly alive but they don’t really talk

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None that he was close to

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

Only the casual variety

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Was quickly picked up by some rebels, helped him learn the ropes of Avalia

History:

Leon grew up the only child of two highly driven and successful parents who were rarely around. He grew up wealthy, everything he wanted was given to him but most of his childhood was spent very isolated and the loneliness was difficult for him. He acted out for attention that he never got, instead he only found his parents harsh disappointment. They didn’t want to raise a child, they wanted a perfect prodigy that would follow in their footsteps and compound on the family legacy. It was a boring path and one Leon rejected in favor of the far more exciting chance to see the world outside the gated estate he grew up in and he left home as a teenager looking for something more. From inside his home, the world was a bright and exciting place, huge leaps in technology and the wide variety of cybernetic implants made life a lot easier in a lot of ways. Outside his home he found himself drawn to the city's criminal underbelly, where regulations of technology didn’t need to be followed, and he was free to experiment on the fridges.

A childhood spent figuring out how gadgets work began to pay off, he found himself excelling at hacking machines and tinkering with illegal implants. He found the greatest minds of his time were working for crime syndicates, and he got to learn from them, experiment and tinker alongside them without having to worry about anything else, all he had to do was create. He didn’t care what his tech was used for, only that he worked on things that were new and exciting. Being considered a criminal was exciting for him, there was an element of danger to it, but he was just enough removed from the truly dangerous stuff that he rarely worried about it. It was all about the thrill as far as he was concerned, and the money and attention was enough to fend off loneliness.

He spent his off time partying, living it up like he’d always dreamed about but eventually that wasn’t enough. He wanted more excitement and found himself working with increasingly more dangerous people. The more risk, the more reward, the more it made him feel whole but still never fully satisfied. It all culminated with him fully witnessing the violence his tech could cause, seeing the way it was used to hurt people. He’d known who he was working for, creating for, the kind of people whose enemies ended up dead and whoever got in their way became collateral damage. He saw things he could’ve never prepared himself for, but in his line of work resigning was not an option. Leon tried anyway, he had a plan, he was going to run away and start over in a new city. It seemed viable at the time, he saved up, bought a ticket to a city far enough away that he could be free again. In hindsight it was stupid, of course they had eyes on his activities, his boss knew what he was up to. A couple of teched up goons caught up to him, and it was about to be the end of Leon.

By some strange twist of luck a portal opened, a rift between time and space and Leon took his last chance and hurled himself through it. He found himself somewhere else entirely, a place primitive in so many ways but with the addition of actual magic. None of his gear worked, none of his cybernetic implants functioned, he was like a normal human from the past and that was almost enough for him to wish for death. But he had magic here, he could do incredible things and that was exciting. The technology here worked in ways entirely different from his own, there was, at least, something fun and exciting here to learn and he was fully captivated by the potential that magic held. There was danger too, some evil undead skeleton creature that wanted humans dead. It felt cartoonish in comparison to what he had lived through, like a game rather than a harsh reality. Then he saw the violence of this new world, and he soon realized how far from a game it all was, how brutal the seemingly whimsical world of Avalia could be.

Special Ability: Aerokinesis ⋆ Resourceful ⋆ Non-confrontational

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Endurance
⋆Crafty
⋆Good at picking up new things, as long as they’re interesting

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Little combat skills
⋆Neither sneaky nor stealthy
⋆Not a fan of violence

Ability on Avalia:

Aerokinesis

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Coast north of Roshmi City
Interactions: Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok only nodded as the woman thanked him for the food. He supposed her comment on it being satisfying was simply an attempt to be kind as he knew no one who found the cheap protein bars to be satisfying. But food was food and they traveled well and were dirt cheap. Based on the clothing of the others, with the exception of the white furred Myra, he took them all to at least be wealthy enough to not be accustomed to peasant food. Luxuries like real meat and food made for taste were not wasted on those raised to be disposable, it was for those with coin. He wondered what they did to earn amas, the where and why of their travels. They were all mostly silent as they walked, secretive even as the male elf and woman exchanged not words but gestures and expressions to communicate something. He watched them closely, less interested in what they were up to and more taking in how they interacted. Valok had never been around light elves in any sort of amicable setting, it was new, a more interesting thing to focus on than to wonder the reason for their secrecy.

The other man, possibly some sort of demihuman creature, had become quieter, more lost in thought. Valok saw him frequently watching the demon Myra as she moved with the unencumbered freedom of something wild. These four were not one cohesive unit but two pairs traveling together, they did not explicitly interact together but the overall lack of tension was noticeable to him. None of them seemed primed for attack or ready to defend against one from the group, watching more for outside danger than from within. In his experience dark elves were never like this, at least not in the army, they would never treat something so unknown as anything but an immediate enemy. He did his best to emulate this state of calm around strangers, focusing on studying them over trying to determine weakness, even as his training told him the latter was more beneficial.

Eventually they came to an area of sand and brush where waves of the ocean crashed against the shore and the air smelled of brine. The beach here was soft and calming, even the harsh sun of midday looked welcoming when reflected back in the blue ocean, the colors blending in a way he had not seen in the north. He paused for a moment, allowing himself the opportunity to take in the view, appreciating the way the ocean looked without the distraction of voices yelling to keep moving. He was both distracted and more relaxed than he should be when the light elf asked his question. Malachi’s stern tone snapped him back to attention, his posture stiffened and his eyes focused entirely on the other elf. His immediate answer in the company of his own kind would have been to shout his allegiance to the king, a reflex drilled into him and one that would’ve naturally slipped out had the other elf not continued to speak.

But that was not a true answer, nothing he’d done since he had deserted the army had been in service or allegiance to the king. He wanted to serve the king again, desperately, but in a way that felt right and not in a way that felt only cruel. That life had been easy, there were less questions, more certainty, but it now felt like something that he had lost or given up. While he found himself curious about the goals promised by the rebel fairy he did not know enough to offer his allegiance to Risa either. The other elf offered no clue as to what answer, if any, was the correct one, and Valok doubted that the wrong answer would be free of any danger.

”I don’t know.” He stated simply, offered what was the most honest answer, though he knew it was far from a satisfactory one. Valok thought for a moment more; deception would gain him nothing and even if he could think of one, he doubted he could lie with any sort of conviction enough to convince the elf anyhow.

”I know what I was told my answer should be; that I exist only to serve The Great King Aklenroth. But that path would lead me to become something I don’t want to be, something twisted and cruel. Instead I seek a different path but I don’t know what that looks like yet. Nor do I know where my allegiances will lie should I find it.” He added, expanding on his answer honestly. He left out any mention of the rebel message he had heard in Roshmi, feeling it was a subject too dangerous to mention casually.