Lorne Aethelred

from on high, into the abyss

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✧ MIGHT: 3
✧ SPEED: 3 (+1)
✧ ENDURANCE: 3
✧ SANITY: 7
✧ WAKING: 7INVENTORY
✧ Nimbus: A red fox, and Lorne's closest companion. Having raised the fox since he was a cub, the two are nigh inseparable. Where one goes, the other will surely follow.✧ Rusty dagger: This small dagger has seen many years of use. With its dull, chipped edge it is no longer useful for much else other than as a last resort for self defense.✧ Amber-colored scarf: Well-worn and a bit ragged at the ends, this is possibly Lorne's most treasured possession. Made for him by his late sister, Lorne takes it with him everywhere he goes.

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➕ positive ➕
Adventurous, playful, charismatic, bold, adaptable⚫ neutral ⚫
Impulsive, outspoken, decadent, materialistic, wild➖ negative ➖
Arrogant, vindictive, pretentious, irreverent, melodramatic

Easily amused and flippant to a fault, there is little in life that Lorne seems to take seriously. Always up for a good time, he would much rather throw work to the wayside and enjoy the pleasures life has to offer. He is not one to delight in such things by all his lonesome either, and prefers to share it with good company.Beneath his easygoing mask lies a great deal of bitterness, however. He remembers every slight made against him, and is slow to let go of grudges. After caring for only himself for so long, the feelings of others matter very little to him. When pushed to the point of anger, he is prone to impulsivity and at times, even cruelty.

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✧ HISTORY ✧

It had been a long-running joke amongst the cats of Briney Bay that the Aethelreds were an unlucky sort. They had been a constant in the bay for as long as any could remember, having always been a large family of red-haired, boisterous fishermen and fishmongers. Yet it seemed to be their lot in life to lose several members of their family each generation to the sea. Some claimed that an ancient member of the family had offended Khalthar, and that the deaths were a result of the family being forbidden to tread within his domain. Others would say that they had been cursed long ago by a witch, doomed to drown whenever they dared to enter water.
Of course, the Aethelreds themselves believed the rumor to be complete nonsense. Such occurrences, drownings and lost ships, were not uncommon for any community this close to the sea. They had simply more bad luck than most, but no such thing would force them from their home.At least, that was until a sudden unforeseen storm hit the bay during a routine fishing trip, and claimed the lives of both Lorne’s parents, as well as many of their other relatives. What was once a sprawling family was suddenly reduced to a straggling few. This left 16-year old Luthera to care for a 6-year old Lorne on her own. As she had always been more superstitious than the rest of her family, Luthera swore off ever entering the sea or boarding a ship again, for fear of continuing the supposed curse and leaving her little brother alone.The years that followed were not easy. Luthera took on what work she could, and had little choice other than to leave Lorne to his own devices for much of the day. Strictly forbidden from nearing the docks, Lorne instead busied himself with familiarizing himself with his hometown. He became a common sight in the heart of Briney Bay, either running amuck with the other children or getting underfoot and pestering whoever caught his attention. He was an overwhelmingly curious mollykit, always interested in what others were doing, where they were going, or where they’d been. If there was nothing to entertain or indulge him, then more often than not Lorne would resort to his favorite pastime, which was getting up to mischief.While things were not ideal, the Aethelred siblings made the most of it. Lorne idolized his sister, and Luthera hoped that her guidance would keep him out of the trouble he so loved to get himself into.
Despite her best efforts, however, Luthera could not keep Lorne out of such things for long. As he grew older and more daring, he began to associate himself with the more unruly youths in town. It was during this time that he picked up one of his worst habits: stealing. On more than one occasion, he was caught stealing or pickpocketing, and each time Luthera would beg and plead the town authorities to not punish him harshly, that it was her fault he was behaving in such a way, and that he’d never do it again.When Luthera had finally become fed up with the meager coin she was receiving from her odd jobs and her brother’s behavior, she considered her options. There was only so much one could do in a town as small as Briney Bay, and there were other opportunities to be found elsewhere in the Palisade. She decided that she would take up fishing for only a short time, just long enough to save up the coin needed to finally move her and her brother somewhere else. She had her sights set on Dokshyvyen, where she hoped to pick up a more substantial trade and far better pay. Furthermore, she believed that while in the capitol, Lorne would abandon his wild ways and find something more productive to occupy his time. After all she had done, she was not going to just sit around and watch her brother become nothing more than a common criminal.However, it seemed that the family curse still had its claws deep in the Aethelreds, for it was only on Luthera’s second trip out to sea that the vessel she was aboard was struck by a rogue wave, sweeping her off deck to the depths below. This left Lorne, now a teenager, to figure out his own path forward.
Following this, Lorne did not linger in Briney Bay for much longer. In his mind, he had long since outgrown the small, frigid town. With what little coin his sister had saved up, Lorne set forth to Dokshyven. He wanted to put as much distance between him and the sea as he possibly could, swearing to whatever was listening that the waters would not claim this Aethelred.The Palisade’s capital dazzled Lorne in a way Briney Bay never had before. Never had he believed buildings could be so grand, or clothes so luxurious, or the nobles so well-spoken and educated. In comparison, Lorne felt more aware of his ragged hand-me-down clothes and his small town upbringing than ever. Enamored with the finery of Dokshyvyen, Lorne was determined to try his hand at an honest living in the hopes of making a new life for himself. One where maybe, with hard work and perseverance, he could live just like these nobles.Eventually Lorne landed himself a position on a trade caravan, carting goods from the capital to nearby villages and towns. While it was not exactly the glamorous lifestyle he had been envisioning, it was as decent a place to start as any. It was on one of these trips that Lorne came across a lone, sickly fox cub while on the way back to the capital. Always having had a particular soft spot for animals, Lorne couldn’t bear to leave the poor thing to fend for itself. With no one to tell him “no” this time around, he made the decision to keep the fox and nurse it back to health. Giving it the name Nimbus, the fox cub soon became Lorne’s sole companion in Dokshyvyen.Try as he might, Lorne’s dreams of making a name for himself and living a grand life could not be so easily obtained. Several years had passed at this point, and while he had certainly tried his best at trying to be someone his sister could be proud of, he began to grow restless. Where he once admired the well-off cats of the capital, he now held a growing amount of resentment and envy. He could not come to terms with the fact that no matter how hard he worked, there was a slim chance of him ever achieving the life he had been chasing. Not when he was still little more than a fishmonger’s son.
At night, his dreams began to take a strange turn. The first few times he dreamt of running through the streets from Nimbus’s perspective, he thought it merely coincidence, something bizarre conjured up by his fitful mind. When the dreams continued, sometimes several nights in a row, he then knew that something truly was off. Disoriented every time, he’d wake feeling as though he had barely slept at all, and trudged through the days caught somewhere between waking and dreaming. Growing up, Lorne had heard the stories of skinchangers just as any other Mazuran child would have. Like all of the stories his sister had regaled him with, he had figured that they were purely fictitious, something just to entertain children. Of course, he had also believed his family’s curse had been little more than a myth for the longest time as well, so maybe… just maybe…As his sleep worsened, so too did his behavior. He abandoned his caravan job, with little care for what he may do to support himself afterwards. What coin he had saved up since moving to Dokshyvyen, he began to blow through frivolously. While his waking hours were spent carousing in the taverns and brothels, he saw the streets through his fox’s eyes at night. While his control over this newfound ability was shaky at best, Lorne had grown to love the freedom this form gave him. It made it all the more grating when he awoke and found those freedoms once again denied to him, however. As Nimbus, he could take what he wanted when he wanted it, and go where he pleased. As Lorne, he had to stand aside and watch as all that he’d ever wanted, the riches and comforts that the nobles seemed to take for granted, strode past him. It would just be so easy to take it all, he thought, if it weren’t for the threat of the city guards looming around every corner. Furthermore, he had promised his sister years ago that he’d give up stealing for her sake. But Luthera was long gone, and Lorne knew he was far more clever than any old city guard. As his coin soon dwindled to nothing, Lorne set his sights on the cats of Dokshyvyen.Returning to his old ways felt like finally soothing an itch that had long gone unscratched. Instead of outright robbing cats at knife-point, Lorne chose to instead pickpocket and swipe where he could. A drunken lout needing help to stand while stumbling out of a tavern, a merchant too busy to keep a constant eye on their wares, or an errand boy hurriedly brushing past him in the streets were all possible targets to Lorne. He had yet to work up the nerve to try such a thing on a noble, however. He’d have to be quick, and hope that his presence would go largely unnoticed. The opportunity finally presented itself when one afternoon, Lorne caught sight of a noble and their small party making their way through the markets of Dokshyven. It was easy enough for him to pretend to stumble into the path of said noble, who was kind enough to help him back to his feet. Their bejeweled bracelet quickly slid from their wrist with no one the wiser, and once Lorne had begged their pardon and thanked them profusely, he was off. As soon as he was out of sight, he rushed home in a daze. The bracelet was far finer than anything he had ever held, and probably worth a fortune. It would hardly be missed, he figured, as that noble likely had several spares waiting for them back in whichever fancy keep they had come from. Lorne could scarcely believe it had all been so, so easy.One of these days, Lorne would learn that the luck of an Aethelred is ever so fickle.The city guard came for him early the next morning, apprehending him before he even had his wits about him. As he was brought to face justice, Lorne’s mind raced as he considered his options. He’d lose a hand, he was sure, if he chose to stay here. He’d forever be marked as a thief, and he would have to abandon his dreams of ever being anything more than that. When a recruiter for the Swords of Evenfall made their way through the dungeon Lorne had landed himself in, he didn’t even have to think before he offered up his service, eager to be far from this city he had grown to resent.

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Name: Taylor or Tay, whichever!
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