Spirits of the Earth

Prologue
+ NAME + Lucian Andris
+ ALIAS + Luc / Templar Andris
+ AGE + 33
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Amber Lamplight
+ BORN + Summer's End
+ ORIGIN + Raniva, Falkenrath
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Lluin, Falkenrath
+ OCCUPATION + Comfessor and Templar within the Order of St. Agratha
+ COUNTENANCE + Blonde hair / Green eyes
+ STATURE + 6'1" / 197 lbs
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
In beauty, no break or blemish be. At least at first glance. If there are any scars, they are imperceptible.  His face is gaunt, nose lean and long, with an aquiline bend to it, lips thin and always flickering into some kind of wry grin. He's pale, not bothering to spend much time outside. In form, he is lean but strong, athletic and wiry.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
There's a crest burned into the back of his left thigh, a branding of the Order, done to him as a child. Few have seen it or know why it's there.

CH II – Mental Make-up
A jester by any other name is simply a jester. Lucian has a penchant for taking nothing seriously, and tends to joke at even the most inappropriate times. Not everyone responds to this with good humor, and his lack of respect in some cases has caused him to earn the ire of many in higher standing, and dislike him for it.

He doesn't bother to live up to the expectations most people set before him, and has always followed his own whims and needs.  Some say a little too much at times. Lucian wouldn't bother protesting them, their claims have no weight on him. As there is only one life to live, why bother with the rules. He is not without reason, and does his duty as he sees fit, and will do what needs to be done, even if the act may be cruel, even mad. All in the name of Ansgar.

+ FAITH +
Believes in Ansgar, and himself. Mostly himself.   He is loyal to the Order, and his friends. Such as they are.

+ HABITS +
A frequenter of brothels and debauchery. If there's fun to be had somewhere, he wants in on it.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Markham Wallace, Uncle, Priest, 68, Deceased

Lucian's uncle and the one that took him in when he was first left to the Church. The man was a priest but raised his nephew as best he could, using the Church as a structure to mold him into a proper and devout citizen. What little good that did.  They never saw eye-to-eye, treating each other with mutual indifference most of the time.

Mercuxio Rastognlir (http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=15133.msg146138#msg146138), Best Friend, Alive

His friend and rival. He's known Mercuxio for years, and can't help but feel a vague sense of jealousy at the aptitude he showed when he joined in, becoming a Templar quicker than Lucian did.

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ DIVINE RETRIBUTION +
A blessing to some, a bane to many, a gift believed to be bestowed by Ansgar himself.  A confessor may trap and absorb the very magical essence a mage or magic user, rendering them completely ordinary.  It takes much energy to use such a power and can be utilized gradually or all at once.  The subject in question often experiences weakening as their essence is pulled away, taxing both physically and mentally.  If the essence is taken away too quickly – and particularly violently – the body may enter a catatonic state from shock.  It may only be utilized by direct contact and with total focus by the Confessor.
-Though rare, it is possible to extend this gift to allow temporary absorption of any magic cast at its user.  It takes a great deal of concentration and practice, being difficult to hone, and has a slim chance of working.  How much can be absorbed depends on its user, but what energy is absorbed must be used quickly through physical or mental exertion, lest they suffer a burn out.   

These gifts also inclue Sanctus, and Wrath of God.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
TBA

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
Lucian had no mother in his youth, none that he remembers more than a few flickering images. He knew that she was not well in mind, or in heart, and that she had a brother in the Church. When she died, he was just a boy, and Markham took him in. Markham was not kind or loving, and seemed really to resent his presence.

Lucian knew why, figured it over time, that it was because he had fathered him. And that resentment grew when Mercuxio joined the Order. He was content to let sleeping dogs lie, but couldn't help feel further isolation when Markham took to mentoring the young Templar. It wasn't his fault. Mercuxio was bright and intelligent, eager to be perfect.

Markham treated him like a son, and was proud to have such an impressive protege. Lucian always was the wild card after all, and saw no incentive to live up to the expectations placed upon him, much to his uncle's ire.

THREAD TRACKER
Hell or Highwater [M] (http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=16582.msg346642;topicseen#msg346642)