Post by Lasair on Dec 11, 2006 21:01:22 GMT -5
Name: Lasair Logan
Pronunciation: LOH- SEer LoH-Gan
Age: Early to mid twenties
Gender: Female
Race|Class: Griffon Rider
::Physical Description::
A dangerous beauty, with an immaculate complexion of smooth ivory; eyes of Smokey intensity and rosy lips. Her silky hair spills over her shoulders in a mass of dark waves. She stands tall at 5’9”
::Personality::
Outgoing, witty and quick. She always strives to be greater than the great and often succeeds. With her unorthodox heir ship to leader of the Griffon Riders, she had to show that she’s strong-willed, and possesses the strength to lead all of the Riders. She is caring for those who show such affection for her, but those who show hate will see only fierce fire burn in her eyes, and the ferociousness of her wild anger. With problems arising constantly between her people and others, she must always remain calm and sensible in order to make the correct decisions.
::Strengths::
Her quick wittiness often saves her from having to actually fight. Words are stronger that fists. She is amazing with a bow and arrow, and if need be she can fight extraordinarily well with her fists and feet.
::Weaknesses::
Her way with others can be seen as harsh and cold at times. She has a hard time talking to people because she was never subjected to crowds of people and emotions they carry.
::Likes|Dislikes::
Music keeps her sane, and makes her feel less alone in her world. She dislikes pretenders, and arrogance.
::Weapons::
A bow and arrow worn around her back, also two daggers kept tied to the side of her calf and thigh.
::Body Accessories::
A crimson velvet necklace wrapped around her neck with a medallion of obsidian and a black rose engraved beautifully in the middle. She carried this when she was found by Ben.
::History::
Lasair is an unknowing descendant of Octavus, the younger sister of the beautiful maiden Obsidian; who drowned herself nearly a thousand years ago for reasons of unknown origins. The young female is a living reincarnation of the beautiful sister.
Many years ago upon her birth, she was left in the barrenness cold of the Arkazan outskirts. Buried in a sack of fur, she began to drown herself in tears; tears of longing to be with her mother and father. Days earlier, she was stolen from her biological parents, for payment of debts gone unpaid due to the strain of her birth. Just a tiny baby, she was from that day on to grow up isolated, and become the poor servant girl of the same man who took her life and family away. But before that could happen, she providentially fell from his Griffon, and was left crying in the arctic terrain.
Lying in the warmth of the fur sack with the bruising wind pounding the exterior she screamed loudly; she was in need of her mother, whom she had not seen or fed from in days. The yelps from the helpless child must have been piercing enough to have caught the muffled ears of another Griffon flying high above the barrenness land below, for she was suddenly lifted into strong arms and could no longer feel the crushing wind against the fur. The strong arms that held her belonged to the leader of the Griffon Riders, Benjamin Logan, the man that would take her in and give her the mysterious name.
Lasair Logan, the enigmatical daughter of Benjamin, no one questioned him personally, but the people of Arkazan clandestinely asked about her sudden appearance. Benjamin didn’t exactly understand why he kept her real identity secret or the fact that he did not even know her true identity and why he was never going to know. Ben had no wife which meant he had no heirs, so maybe that was the reason? He had never fallen in love; he never really took the time to look for one to share his life with. He was leader, and with that came responsibilities. Contradictory since he would now have to care for a young child, without a mother; adding more responsibilities.
She grew up with no known memory of her lost parents (she believed that Benjamin was her true father); it would be told in time of her true existence. She was beloved by Ben, but the community of Arkazan didn’t hear or see the child regularly; the village still wondered about her sudden appearance. Ben had kept her in partial isolation, not allowing her to visit town or acquaintances she may had met from school.
With a truly outgoing personality, she constantly asked questions of the Griffon Riders, and what was required of her to become one. Her -father- told her that she would have to grow to be strong-willed, and form a trustworthy unbreakable bond between her and her Griffon and if this were to happen, there was a possibility to be a great warrior.
From that day on, she strived to be something great; something extraordinary; something Benjamin could be proud of. She took advantage of every hour of every day she could. She trained everyday with her father and other Griffon Riders. She attended basic schooling and achieved highest marks in all her classes. She was able to achieve these marks by studying with some of the best Riders in Arkazan, due to her father persisting she be taught by the best. Ben would also mentor her, whenever there was time. Her eighteenth year was when she was formally introduced to Fiachra, her Griffon.
She remembered the day vividly; the skies were dark with ominous clouds. A tempest had been heading its way toward them. They were protected from the cold harsh winds and snow, but the screeching noises made the situation frightening. What light the sun had given them had dissipated at a quick pace. Lasair had been training all day, and the screaming wails of the wind had jolted her senses, and she began to run in the direction of her home on the mountain. She hadn’t made it 100 feet when the skies turned black, and she could hardly see in front of her.
She cautiously walked north; her father would most likely come for her soon and she knew he always headed this way first. A noise of feet, large feet she heard behind her following. She continued to walk, thinking it was just her often frightening imagination; the sound was coming closer. Irritated and scared she looked behind her; bulging red eyes were staring back at her.
Still she stood, not making any sudden moves; she knew from the knowledge of her father what destructive behaviour a Griffon could possess. The large animal walked closer, as if to get a better look at his meal. His fur was the darkest shade of ebony, just like her own hair; she had never seen any other animal with hair so dark. She stood there as it walked closer to her, she stared in its evil eyes and within minutes of mute stare a link was placed. She could hear his thoughts like he was just another person and he just the same.
It all came so sudden, and she wondered if it was possible. The girl had briefly heard of the link placed between a Griffon and its rider, and this was definitely not the traditional way they would be normally introduced, but it was the way it happened. She walked closer to the daunting animal and reached out a hand. Caressing the space behind his ear, she asked if he would let her fly. The bird/lion nodded and she climbed on his back. Without hesitation he took off; she told him of where she needed to go.
Pronunciation: LOH- SEer LoH-Gan
Age: Early to mid twenties
Gender: Female
Race|Class: Griffon Rider
::Physical Description::
A dangerous beauty, with an immaculate complexion of smooth ivory; eyes of Smokey intensity and rosy lips. Her silky hair spills over her shoulders in a mass of dark waves. She stands tall at 5’9”
::Personality::
Outgoing, witty and quick. She always strives to be greater than the great and often succeeds. With her unorthodox heir ship to leader of the Griffon Riders, she had to show that she’s strong-willed, and possesses the strength to lead all of the Riders. She is caring for those who show such affection for her, but those who show hate will see only fierce fire burn in her eyes, and the ferociousness of her wild anger. With problems arising constantly between her people and others, she must always remain calm and sensible in order to make the correct decisions.
::Strengths::
Her quick wittiness often saves her from having to actually fight. Words are stronger that fists. She is amazing with a bow and arrow, and if need be she can fight extraordinarily well with her fists and feet.
::Weaknesses::
Her way with others can be seen as harsh and cold at times. She has a hard time talking to people because she was never subjected to crowds of people and emotions they carry.
::Likes|Dislikes::
Music keeps her sane, and makes her feel less alone in her world. She dislikes pretenders, and arrogance.
::Weapons::
A bow and arrow worn around her back, also two daggers kept tied to the side of her calf and thigh.
::Body Accessories::
A crimson velvet necklace wrapped around her neck with a medallion of obsidian and a black rose engraved beautifully in the middle. She carried this when she was found by Ben.
::History::
Lasair is an unknowing descendant of Octavus, the younger sister of the beautiful maiden Obsidian; who drowned herself nearly a thousand years ago for reasons of unknown origins. The young female is a living reincarnation of the beautiful sister.
Many years ago upon her birth, she was left in the barrenness cold of the Arkazan outskirts. Buried in a sack of fur, she began to drown herself in tears; tears of longing to be with her mother and father. Days earlier, she was stolen from her biological parents, for payment of debts gone unpaid due to the strain of her birth. Just a tiny baby, she was from that day on to grow up isolated, and become the poor servant girl of the same man who took her life and family away. But before that could happen, she providentially fell from his Griffon, and was left crying in the arctic terrain.
Lying in the warmth of the fur sack with the bruising wind pounding the exterior she screamed loudly; she was in need of her mother, whom she had not seen or fed from in days. The yelps from the helpless child must have been piercing enough to have caught the muffled ears of another Griffon flying high above the barrenness land below, for she was suddenly lifted into strong arms and could no longer feel the crushing wind against the fur. The strong arms that held her belonged to the leader of the Griffon Riders, Benjamin Logan, the man that would take her in and give her the mysterious name.
Lasair Logan, the enigmatical daughter of Benjamin, no one questioned him personally, but the people of Arkazan clandestinely asked about her sudden appearance. Benjamin didn’t exactly understand why he kept her real identity secret or the fact that he did not even know her true identity and why he was never going to know. Ben had no wife which meant he had no heirs, so maybe that was the reason? He had never fallen in love; he never really took the time to look for one to share his life with. He was leader, and with that came responsibilities. Contradictory since he would now have to care for a young child, without a mother; adding more responsibilities.
She grew up with no known memory of her lost parents (she believed that Benjamin was her true father); it would be told in time of her true existence. She was beloved by Ben, but the community of Arkazan didn’t hear or see the child regularly; the village still wondered about her sudden appearance. Ben had kept her in partial isolation, not allowing her to visit town or acquaintances she may had met from school.
With a truly outgoing personality, she constantly asked questions of the Griffon Riders, and what was required of her to become one. Her -father- told her that she would have to grow to be strong-willed, and form a trustworthy unbreakable bond between her and her Griffon and if this were to happen, there was a possibility to be a great warrior.
From that day on, she strived to be something great; something extraordinary; something Benjamin could be proud of. She took advantage of every hour of every day she could. She trained everyday with her father and other Griffon Riders. She attended basic schooling and achieved highest marks in all her classes. She was able to achieve these marks by studying with some of the best Riders in Arkazan, due to her father persisting she be taught by the best. Ben would also mentor her, whenever there was time. Her eighteenth year was when she was formally introduced to Fiachra, her Griffon.
She remembered the day vividly; the skies were dark with ominous clouds. A tempest had been heading its way toward them. They were protected from the cold harsh winds and snow, but the screeching noises made the situation frightening. What light the sun had given them had dissipated at a quick pace. Lasair had been training all day, and the screaming wails of the wind had jolted her senses, and she began to run in the direction of her home on the mountain. She hadn’t made it 100 feet when the skies turned black, and she could hardly see in front of her.
She cautiously walked north; her father would most likely come for her soon and she knew he always headed this way first. A noise of feet, large feet she heard behind her following. She continued to walk, thinking it was just her often frightening imagination; the sound was coming closer. Irritated and scared she looked behind her; bulging red eyes were staring back at her.
Still she stood, not making any sudden moves; she knew from the knowledge of her father what destructive behaviour a Griffon could possess. The large animal walked closer, as if to get a better look at his meal. His fur was the darkest shade of ebony, just like her own hair; she had never seen any other animal with hair so dark. She stood there as it walked closer to her, she stared in its evil eyes and within minutes of mute stare a link was placed. She could hear his thoughts like he was just another person and he just the same.
It all came so sudden, and she wondered if it was possible. The girl had briefly heard of the link placed between a Griffon and its rider, and this was definitely not the traditional way they would be normally introduced, but it was the way it happened. She walked closer to the daunting animal and reached out a hand. Caressing the space behind his ear, she asked if he would let her fly. The bird/lion nodded and she climbed on his back. Without hesitation he took off; she told him of where she needed to go.
