Lyserg

[Emiryal ♕]

Lyserg Dithel

Race: human, grey folk descendant, shade Side: empire Birthplace: Teirm Age: 16 Gender: male Birthday: sept 27 Magic User: yes

Eyes: green Hair: brown Weight: 115 lb Height: 5' 7'' Preferred Weapon(s): crossbow, spear

The child without a name grew up to be the hand

To watch you, to shield you or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to command

I'm nothing much to look at. Sandy light brown hair, green eyes, you know pretty normal, average even. But I'm not how I appear, in fact I find most people are not who they appear at a first glance. Me? Well more than normal. I'll tell you my story but let me set the stage for you first. Most of the time I wear leather armor, I find it flexible enough in my line of work to let me move but give decent protection. I often wear an orange half cape, why I just like that color. I'm a bit scrawny for my age and height but my line of work is dangerous. I always keep my spear with me as well as a hidden dagger. You never know when having a hidden blade will come in handy. I keep a crossbow as well, it works well for use in confined cities and is faster to fire than those long bows.

The curse of his powers tormented his life
Obeying the crown was a sinister price
His soul was tortured by love and by pain
He surely would flee but the oath made him stay

My name? Most never know my name, I am a thief in the night and a murderer. But a few select know, my name, Lyserg. I take orders, I fill them I do the will of the King. I don't have many chances to make my own decisions I'm told what to do. I swore oath to the King many years ago and I cannot break the oath sworn in the ancient language. I do what he asks and don't question, it's not my place to. I don't have many friends, it's safer that way, then no one can get hurt for what I do. My only friend is a raven, I saved her and healed her broken wing, her name is Opacho. She follows me around some days, some days not, but if I call her she comes to me.

--->Likes: Opacho (pet raven), country, the color orange
--->Dislikes: his oaths, doing harm
--->Strengths: stealth, skill with a crossbow
--->Weakness: his oaths, can't swim

Please forgive me for the sorrow, for leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence, that's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

Family:
Rakaio Ormonu -- father
Tamora Dirothl -- mother, deceased
Magoun Ormonu -- grandfather (deceased)
Neva Ormonu -- grandmother (deceased)
Seles Ormonu-- aunt (deceased) 

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?

I was born in the seaside port of Teirm. I never new my father, my mother never talked about him and avoided questions when asked about it. I don't know why she did, but I always felt she was hiding something from me. She died when I was eight, strange creatures attacked Raz'ac as I'd later find out. They killed her and took me. I was afraid but there was nothing I could do, but they weren't there to kill me. They brought me to Urubaen were I was trained how to fight. For a while I thought I was being trained to join the army, they never told me anything only what to do. They taught me to take orders without question. It wasn't long before I realized I wasn't being trained for the army. I was taught how to fight, but not in war, I was taught to fight to kill. When I had progressed enough I swore oaths to the King.

It was then I learned why they were interested in me. I wasn't human, not fully. My father was a grey folk descendant and a rider. I was shown the eggs but none of them hatched for me. My father might be a rider but I wasn't going to be it seemed. They wouldn't tell me my father's name only what he was. When an egg failed to hatch for me I was put to use to carry out the dirty work, silencing nobles and those who opposed the kind by committing murder. I simply followed the order, I had nothing against those I silenced. I spied for the empire, I lurked in the shadows watching the court doings and waiting for orders. It wasn't much of a life but it was all I had, and I had nowhere to go. I never could find out my father's name, so I couldn't seek him out, and more than likely he was killed in the fall of the riders or just killed in battle. Riders do lead dangerous lives. There was no hope in finding him, there was no reason for me to leave or try to. I followed my orders, I watched and I killed.

Then it happened. I was brought to a shade. I've been in many circumstances but none scared me like this did. The shade hardly spoke to me but more seemed to treat me like an experiment. He put me in the most dangerous circumstances he could, I didn't know way but I barely escaped alive each time he did this. Then he faced me with something I couldn't do, my death was imminent, he poisoned me with a lethal poison for which there was no antidote. I knew it the moment he forced me to drink it. I could feel the poison doing it's damage, burning my throat and making it hard to breathe. Desperate I reached inside myself and found something I hadn't found before, magic. Desperate I used it willed it to save my life...and it did. The shade was pleased when I failed to die and healed myself. Grey folk descendants he said almost always could use magic and were better than most at it, he wasn't sure if I had the ability and pushed me to force me to use it. I didn't know I had it until then, I'd never needed it before.

But it would've been better if I had died. The Shade summoned spirits forcing them into me, turning me into a shade like him. For if I survived the process I would be even more valuable to them. I would be more powerful, and if the egg didn't hatch for me then this at least would give me near equal power. Had I a choice I would've refused but I was ordered and I follow orders. It was the most terrifying experience I've ever gone through, I felt torn open exposed and scared. It wasn't long before one took to me, Dithel. I thought I would go mad, like the Shade doing this to me, loose control of myself. But I didn't. Dithel took me and turned on the other spirits keeping them away from me. Most Shades are made of more than one spirit, not me. I only have one other. Most of the time Dithel lets me do as I wish, leaves me be, but that's not always the case. I don't believe Dithel is evil, otherwise why would he have shown compassion to protect me from the others and let me do as I wish? Then again I don't know his intentions, it's hard to tell.

After Dithel took to me I collapsed in agony. I was most painful and most I'm told don't recover at this stage but die from it. I think if Dithel hadn't protected me I would've perished. It wasn't until three days later that I awoke. I haven't seen the other Shade since then, and I don't want to any time soon. I went back to what I always did, follow orders, watch, kill. Dithel would help me, he knew more than I did and could use magic where I did not know how to. I'm glad he hasn't harmed me but I don't want to be a Shade. Maybe one day this can be reversed, maybe perhaps my father is still alive, and perhaps if I find him he could help me. But I don't know who he is, or even if he lives. So I will follow orders, watch and kill and just maybe one day my life will change.

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?

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