[Straylor Leonard]

I m p e r i a l . V i s a . o f . t h e . A e l y r i a n . E m p i r e ~ S t r a y l o r . . . [ F e l i x T h a d d e a n ] . . .L e o n a r d Race: Human, Medonian Age: 24 ordinations Birthbrightening: 48th of Optia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Personal History

Born to Felix Leonard, a merchant, and Thelma Thaddean, a professor of Arcana at the Maeveon Collegio De Enamora, Straylor Felix Thaddean Leonard was born to a lifestyle of adventuring and pleasantries. His boyhood was filled with various activities ranging from enforced dance lessons, to the occasional singing he took up in the Church. But while he traveled with his father, Straylor amused himself by singing and composing his own tunes that he'd perform at the taverns along the way.

But things were not always so colorful. Straylor's father moved to Medonia with an infant in his arms. The babe's mother was too sick to carry on and decided to return home to her beloved Eunesia not too long after bearing their son. With his heart broken, Felix Leonard sought a fresh start, a new beginning for himself and young Ci'aran.

Brutal winters led to bitter springs as the two struggled to survive. Poverty was always an unwelcomed guest, but when it knocked one could never deny it room and board. Yet as father and son carried on, Felix fell in love with a young instructor at the local academy.

The two courted for a few eras and in the end got married. Having come from a lively and wealthy stock, Thelma's parents paid for much of the young couple's expenses. It was a the happiest times of Felix's life, but perhaps only a prelude to his half-elven son's suffering. By then, Ci'aran was nearing the end of his Schola training. And by the time Felix's eldest son neared his 12th Summer, Straylor Felix Leonard was born.

Though Thelma usually admitted to having fostered a half elf by marrying Felix, she attempted to hide that fact just as much. Whenever her friends or family visited, she would somehow send Ci'aran off to do some chores or to the town square for errands. And when she could not hide him, Thelma simply ignored him along with any questions or concerns that pertained to him. Nothing would take everyone focus off her tiny glimpse of heaven in the form of her healthy baby boy. One brightening, Ci'aran was sent to run more false errands while his stepmother mingled with some old friends. He never returned. Felix was made aware of this, of course, but it bothered him little -- if at all.

Straylor never knew of all these things, of course. As a boy, he was raised with all care and luxury that his parents could afford. Strangely enough, his father's business steadily grew and prospered after Ci'aran's departure. From then on, he made no effort to keep his eldest son's memory alive and even made strict orders to clear the house of any possessions he may have left.

Eras ebbed onward, patterns passed and Straylor grew into the man his mother always dreamed he would become. He was headstrong, a little bit too sure of himself, and was definately a favorite among the ladies. He had a stomach fit for an emperor and a taste for wine that ran his father's accounts to astonishing amounts. Still, they endorsed him. He was their favorite, their 'only son' as they often claimed. But secrets had a way of coming to light. When or how that would come to pass was left to Fate and the gods.

After over forty eras business all around the Empire, Straylor's father decided to retire in the pleasant shoreside city of Iefferon. So Stray was given a chioce: take upt he family business and become a merchant, or set out and find his own calling. It took a lot of thinking, and perhaps a bit more drink at the Suns (a local tavern by the Eunesian seaside). But after several candlemarks' worth of contemplation, Straylor decided that it would be best to find his calling back home in Medonia.

He was a twenty summers young when he set off on his own -- with his parents' blessings of course. And with that, his journey began ...

Recent History:

After arriving in Medonia on Autumn Era XI, Straylor proceeded to sell his house and join the Guards. He was a little bit drunk when he purchased his weapons and signed up to patrol the city several candlemarks each brightening, but his training did sober him up a bit. It was then that he met a training officer named Beruk. This orc of a man whipped Stray into shape with endless drills and training with his sword and shield combination. Their relationship would continue on for a couple of months and it would be this man who would mentor Straylor to the level of professional swordsman.

In Winter of Era XIII, Straylor set out on a patrol in the Enomorian Midlands where he met an elf sorcerer named Ceniel. The two would endure great hardship on their hike back to the city where they would battle four orcs while defending a family and an injured elderly man at the same time. The elf lord was injured and battered as he was the less experienced warrior between the two. Nonetheless, both adventurers lived to tell the tale.

The Medonians soon recovered from the ordeal and Ceniel was somehow inspired to join the local guards. Straylor, being a veteran of the group, was requested by the young elf to teach him the way of the sword. Their friendship lasted for that season, until Stray decided to venture outside the city walls towards Natura. He traveled with a local merchant, hitching a ride instead of walking the rest of the way.

Upon arriving in Natura, Straylor was found a dryad who was actually Archdruidess Dhwae's right hand. He spoke with the Archdruidess, asked for her blessing in return for a quest. With that, Dhwae gave him the task to return an orphaned lynx to the Great Mountains. The dryad offered Straylor help, and he agreed not knowing that it was a trick. Straylor was left blinded from some magic though his senses were piqued as a result. [in progress]

Straylor stayed in Natura for the duration of Winter until Spring. During his stay, the young knight met a variety of locals ranging from the smith to the herbalist and other druids. He joined the Blessed Hands as a volunteer in hopes of attaining the rank of Journeyman Healer during his stay. And on one Spring Festival he met a Paladin by name of Venn Drega. Straylor met him through a common friend and spar partner, S'lon. The paladin offered to show Stray around the complex belonging to the Silver Stars. Straylor agreed and proceeded to tend to a heartbroken Asial at the Drowsing Dryad.

At the Temple, Straylor was given a guide to the various places of interests including the watchtower that sat atop a hillside. From there, Venn and Stray continued towards the armoury and eventually to the training grounds. The two swordsmen agreed on various points regarding swordsmanship and proceeded to learn from each other via a spar. [in progress]

Straylor left Natura on Ponitus and ventured to current Trysvale where he immediately set up shop as a farmer. He was equally tired of city life and wanted to begin anew, away from the stresses of being a guard and all that. After hiring a few men and purchasing a variety of supplies for the farm, Straylor found Rougenoe at a local tavern. From there, Stray remembered very little aside from the 'jaedah wine' Rougenoe managed to convince him to drink. It tasted much like horse piss but had a reasonable kick to it. Within a few drinks, Straylor was dead drunk and had to be ushered back to the plantation by Rougenoe.

This would not be the first time Stray gets drunk that month, as he enjoys another bountiful meal with a fae named Rosethorn. The two enjoy a good bottle of Medonian Red before stumbling off in a drunken frenzy, fighting dragons, and saving knaves along the way. He also meets Izzy later on this month, which leads to an amazing adventure atop a magical ghost ship with Rougenoe. He and his fellow Medonian save the brightening by using their Arcana (Stray thinks Rougenoe is an Elementalist) against Jorel's Barracuda!

Straylor also purchased his Carmelyn Warsteed around this time, while continuing his Druidism training in the Trysvale Druids Copse.

[to be continued]

General description:

Straylor stands no taller than two meters and weighs somewhere in the 140 pound range. He is medium-built, a miracle considering his apetite for food and drink. His skin, once pale in complexion, is now lightly-tanned due to the constant wandering he's done since he left Medonia on his eighteenth summer. Stray's hair is dark brown, almost a wooden color that sometimes reveal sharp hazel highlights or even appear reddish under sunlight. He likes to keep his hair trimmed short, never allowing it to grow pass his brows. But lately, he's allowed himself the pleasure of some facial hair and now sports a pony tail that hangs lazily behind his head.

His round eyes match the color of his hair. His boyish looks and rather unusual charms have gotten him the reputation of being somewhat of a carefree spirit -- and that attribute is usually reflected best when he is less-sober. Not one to fight or do battle, Stray prefers singing under the ceaseless blanket of stars on a clear darkening and has a strange distrust for those who practice magecraft aside from Druidism (which he doesn't consider to be magic).

Personality-wise, he is as stubborn as nails and perhaps as arrogant as the hammer that hits them. Despite that, Straylor is kind-hearted and prefers a laugh to a death match. He has a strong stomach for food but somehow weakens when doused with any kind of alcoholic beverage. Thusly, it is always wise for him to keep a stable friend or two should he managed to leave a table less sober and more drunk.

He cherishes his friends and seldom makes enemies. An unpleasant experience, however, has left him with a sore eye for Orcs and other beasts. Straylor would rather keep away from the non-humans, though his long lost half brother is half elfish. He is proud, boastful, and occasionally flashes his sword for added effect. Stray is not completely hopeless, though, as he thinks himself more of a guard than anything. He would give his life without hesitation if it was to defend or protect those in need.

IN-GAME CHANGES: Straylor now has a scale, about the size of a crown, on his neck, back, and arm. He also has several battlescars from the various escapades he's managed to stumble onto.

Languages fluently spoken:
Charismean
Jaedaxienne
Speaks Dorin when drunk
Thinks Kattaspeak is meowing

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