AppearanceRace: Ethaefal, Son of Leth
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year since return, but no knowledge of prior age--appears to be a young 30
Birthday: Returned to Mizahar on the 2nd of Winter, 512 AV
Birthplace: Regulus considers his true birthplace to be the night sky by the side of his patron god, Leth, but he has since become fond of his adopted mortal home of Riverfall.
Appearance: Regulus is a giant among even the Ethaefal, towering over most at 7'5". With broad, powerful shoulders, and enormously large hands, one would think upon first glance that he were some sort of barbarian. However, this effect is immediately lost once one looks upon his face. It is the face of a much younger man, who has seen much, but will never reveal what troubles him. His eyes hold a deep mixture of sorrow and radiance that can set a soul on fire. He keeps his hair long, his curled lochs falling just past the tips of his shoulders, as well as falling slightly into his face, only slightly past the eyebrows. His Ethaefalian horns curl around this hair in a gentle weaving pattern, before coming to a short, elegant point facing up, forming the silhouette of a knotted, horned crown.
Day: His pains from his previous life show themselves. His face, though still young, shows lines of stress and worry around his mouth and eyes. His hair falls limp, though still vaguely curly around the forehead and horns. While he is still very much the same size, he seems slightly shorter, or less intimidating than usual. Some may still find him attractive, but his melancholy demeanor is usually enough to turn away any potential partners (as if he cared about that sort of thing in the first place). To be in his human form causes Regulus great pain, for it reminds him of those he failed to protect during his life as a being of Leth, and he prefers spend the day alone if possible.
Night: Regulus' skin turns stark white, almost burning with the light of the moon. His face an unearthly smooth, his hair seemingly alive of its own accord. Though a friendly face to most, his stature is alarming, with his natural height seemingly amplified by his solemn posture. To the average person he seems to be 8'. To an enemy, he seems as though he were half-giant. His crown of knots seems to glow luminously in the darkness. Though his beauty is angelic, most are stunned silent as soon as they see his eyes. They are the moon itself, piercing the dark with a light to destroy darkness wherever it may be.
| Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter |
Hair | Lavender | Black | Rusty Orange | White |
Horns | White | Grass Green | Bright Gold | Black |
Character ConceptThough he does not remember his human life, Regulus knows that he was a warrior of great esteem. His skills have waned over his centuries of dormancy as a child of Leth, but he is still a force to be reckoned with. A horseman at heart, Regulus is a wielder of the lance, slaughtering enemies by the droves with quick jabs and clever movement. As a former commander, he is a natural leader, and many people seem to take his advice even if they weren't particularly looking for it. Regulus' goal in returning to Mizahar is to repent for his sin of allowing his brethren to die in favor of gaining favor with his god. Though brash and careless in the past, Regulus has sense strived to consider every possible outcome of a situation before attempting anything. He can now do this in mere moments, thus adding to his expertise as a leader. His ultimate goal as a citizen of Mizahar is to inspire the world to rise up against the evil that forsakes it through his own example. Only then will the deaths of his fellow Efaethal not have been in vain.
After living among members the warlike Akalak race, Regulus has decided that Riverfall is the best place to start his journey to salvation, as he must first rekindle the warrior's gifts that lie within him. In order to make his way in the mean time, he has begun doing odd jobs for the citizens of the city, as well as playing his harp on the roadside in the more bustling areas of town. He earns a meager living, but it is enough to satisfy him until his goals can be reached.
Character HistoryRegulus does not remember his mortal life. All he knows for certain is that he was a great human warrior who fought in the name of his patron god, Leth. After his death, Regulus was brought in by the moon's embrace, and given new life as one of Leth's chosen children. Rewarded for his passion and fervor, Regulus was free to spend eternity with his master and brethren among the stars. That was over 1400 years ago. Then, one day, after centuries of more or less peace, both the world of Mizahar and the realm of the gods were torn asunder. As the Valterrain tore its was across all of the realms of existence, Regulus, one of the oldest children of Leth in existence was forced into action to defend his master's home. As his king's blood spilled in defense of the sun goddess, Syna, so too did his new family fall to Mizahar by the droves, their ties to Leth severed. As a great commander, Regulus had the military knowledge to save some of his brethren by safely escorting them to the deepest reaches of the realm that only ancient children of Leth would know of. However, in doing so, he would have to abandon his master to possible death. In a painful decision, Regulus abandoned his new family to save his king. Upon seeing his god skewered upon the blade of an encroaching deity, Regulus' rage was unprecedented. He charged into the fray...and was immediately defeated with one swing of the encroaching god's mighty fist.
Upon his awakening, many hours after the end of the conflict, he found a realm torn asunder, his god wounded, but alive, and nearly all of his brethren gone. Remembering his family, Regulus immediately looked down upon Mizahar, to see what had become of his comrades. They were now mortal, and upon realizing this, they slaughtered themselves by the dozens. Desperate to return to their god or goddess, the newly born Ethaefal committed suicide in droves, as Regulus watched, weeping tears of sorrow from above. He knew they would never return. Wrecked with guilt and misery, Regulus fell to his knees and died inside. He was defeated.
For hundreds of years Regulus lay still, the weight of hundreds of dead Ethaefal on his shoulders, and even more being sucked through the cracks everyday to live a mortal life. One day, Leth spoke to him.
"My son, why do you weep. For years upon years you have wept here. Why?"
Regulus told his god of his pain and sorrow and guilt.
"Young one, this is no fault of yours. Nothing could have been done to prevent it. You are but one. What can but one spirit of good do against all of the forces of evil?"
"It is that one spirit of good that makes all the difference! If that lone spirit doesn't stand tall to light the way, how can others follow its lead? If--"
Upon truly hearing the words that had left his mouth, Regulus stopped short. He looked upon his god's face. Leth was smiling at him. With a nod of his head, the moon god turned and left him alone once again. For the first time in centuries, Regulus rose to his feet. Shedding but one bitter tear, the spirit of justice charged wildly into the abyss to seek retribution for his sin.
Regulus awoke in a great river, in great pain and surrounded by Akalak citizens. "He came from the waterfall!" they were saying, as the crowd parted to let an elder through to see their new visitor. After explaining his situation, and telling of his goals to guide Mizahar to victory over the forces of darkness, the Akalak accepted this new arrival in the city of Riverfall. As he was escorted to an infirmary to have his wounds looked at, Regulus could not help but look above, to see once again the home he would never return to. Feeling Leth's eyes upon him, Regulus' jaw clenched, and his goal was clear. He would be as the moon: A brilliant light within a sea of darkness.
LanguageFluent Language: Tukant. Having awoken in Riverfall, Regulus was forced to learn the native tongue as part of his acceptance to permanent residency within the city.
Basic Language: Common. Regulus believes this was the language he spoke as a human, as he knew it immediately upon his fall to Mizahar, though he uses it only rarely. He still knows enough to communicate with most, but he doesn't get enough practice to exactly be fluent.
Poor Language: Pavi. The Drykas of Cyphrus are more or less accepting of Regulus, and respect his powerful stature and riding ability. As such, Regulus has learned a small chunk of the language through his associations with them, but not enough to communicate.
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Weapon: Spear | 26 SP | 26 | Competant |
Riding (Horse) | 15 SP | 10 | Novice |
Leadership | 10 RB | 10 | Novice |
Harp | 9 SP, 1 XP | 10 | Novice |
Planning | 1 XP | 1 | Novice |
Socialization | 1 XP | 1 | Novice |
Brawling | 1 XP | 1 | Novice |
Busking | 1 XP | 1 | Novice |
Running | 1 XP | 1 | Novice |
LoresLores:
Lore of Riverfall Layout
Lore of Akalak Culture
Apprehending a Criminal
Busking in Riverfall
Possessions1 Set of Clothing (Colorful)
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Snake Spear
1 Jousting Shield
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Bone)
-Brush (Bone)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
50 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Beautifully crafted harp, given to him as a gift upon his entrance to the Riverfall. He finds that he plays it rather well, perhaps having been a musician in his human life.
HousingLocation: Riverfall
House: Regulus' home is fairly barren, with the only decor being his harp gently leaning against the bed, and dark blue walls that remind him of his home as he spends his days asleep, dreaming of home.
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Snake Spear | -20 GM | 80 GM |
Jousting Shield | -30 GM | 50 GM |
Thread ListWinter, 42nd, 514 AV --
Humble Beginnings...