Post by BASTIEN ROTH on Oct 30, 2014 22:16:22 GMT -6
bastien h. roth
AGE
thirty-one OCCUPATION
loremasterGROUP
dragonriderDRAGON
blackpersonality
history
One could say that the position of Woodkeep’s Loremaster is one of inheritance – before Bastien the previous Loremaster was his mother and before her his grandfather and his great-grandfather and his great-great grandmother and so on and so forth. But Bastien would argue that no-one forced the position onto him.
As a child, he had been both boisterous and wild. Age did not seem to offer him much maturity, and he had been one of the louder, driven and combative of the recently imprinted Dragonriders. Both he and his obsidian-black dragon, Naga, had readily rejected the earth for the open skies, eagerly taking part in whatever battles they could find. Until their bloodlust cost Bastien his right eye.
The story varies on what exactly led to Bastien’s disfigurement. An arrow. An injury overlooked that led to infection. A mysterious weapon wielded by an enemy kingdom. Even Bastien himself changes the story with each re-telling. What is factual is the dark depression that Bastien fell into following his recovery. He rejected the company of all but Naga and communicated only with she. For more than a year few ever caught more than a glance of Bastien. In that time he turned to his mother’s familiar books and stories. And it was through reading and studying, exchanging weapons and battles for books and quills, that humanity and a willingness to exist returned to Bastien. But he was never the same rougish firebrand of a man that he had been.
Nowadays the memory of Bastien and Naga being lords of the skies are all but forgotten. Replaced by an almost sinister reputation of being keepers of secrets, valuable advisors to the Court and one of the most formidable minds within Woodkeep.
As a child, he had been both boisterous and wild. Age did not seem to offer him much maturity, and he had been one of the louder, driven and combative of the recently imprinted Dragonriders. Both he and his obsidian-black dragon, Naga, had readily rejected the earth for the open skies, eagerly taking part in whatever battles they could find. Until their bloodlust cost Bastien his right eye.
The story varies on what exactly led to Bastien’s disfigurement. An arrow. An injury overlooked that led to infection. A mysterious weapon wielded by an enemy kingdom. Even Bastien himself changes the story with each re-telling. What is factual is the dark depression that Bastien fell into following his recovery. He rejected the company of all but Naga and communicated only with she. For more than a year few ever caught more than a glance of Bastien. In that time he turned to his mother’s familiar books and stories. And it was through reading and studying, exchanging weapons and battles for books and quills, that humanity and a willingness to exist returned to Bastien. But he was never the same rougish firebrand of a man that he had been.
Nowadays the memory of Bastien and Naga being lords of the skies are all but forgotten. Replaced by an almost sinister reputation of being keepers of secrets, valuable advisors to the Court and one of the most formidable minds within Woodkeep.
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domino [b]D.GRAY-MAN, lavi[/b] as @chishio12
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