Larten is tall and slender, his size somewhat concealing his strength, which deceived many drunkards when they thought they were getting an easy fight, only to be slapped firmly around the face. His skin is pale, not at all bronzed, due to his time spent indoors, and his hair is unnaturally silver, like and untarnished shilling, which cascades down his back like rivulets of precious metal. Soft, azure eyes gaze out from underneath eyebrows the same silver as his hair, and his face is smooth, showing no signs of facial hair, as in fact no other part of his body has hair. A delicate nose rests above a pair of gentle lips that seem to always have a small quirk at the edges. His hands are slender and delicate, and his shoulders small, not hinting at any broadness. A leather band with an old symbol is also wrapped around her neck; it was given to her by her father as a present, and Larten wore is ever since.
He often wears a black vest under a white shirt, with silver buttons, and a brown leather jerkin, especially tight around his midriff. Burgundy breeches end at his knee, where boots come up to, made of soft leather.
Larten is quite shy, and likes to keep to books rather than speak to people; he is constantly afraid he will end up making a fool of himself. His embarrassment is very noticeable; when he blushes the red shows up easily on his skin. He gets nervous and jumpy when in the presence of strong men, and is more comfortable around women, but only has one friend, Aimee, a young girl who visits the library as often as him, so he is not very good in social situations.
Lartenís weapon is a sword. The pommel is a very intricate and rather mean claw like protrusion set into an ornately decorated curved fixture. The handle, which is around nineteen inches long, is essentially reminiscent of a Japanese Katana hilt, with a twisted leather wrap over the wooden hilt that has a distinctly serpentine texture. The junction between the blade and the hilt is one of the most lively and attractive parts of this sword. At first glance, it looks as if the whole thing is only held on by a couple of metal straps and some leather, but after use it is obvious that the tang branches off and extends backwards into the handle. The guard, with its shark fin design has a lot of detail, depicting a foregone scene of a fight between men and creatures.
The blade is somewhere between a Falchion and a Glaive, with two raised points along its spine. Ornate runes decorate the blade closest to the hilt, which give it its power. The sharply pointed peaks of the spine are similarly decorated with the same symbols. The final third of the blade is wickedly curved, terminating in an upwards rising piercing tip that provide two main cutting areas, the tip and the spot which occurs just as the most curved section of the blade begins.
Larten can manipulate air to strengthen his movements, or reinforce his body with an affected layer of it. He can also use it to fly, by pushing it underneath him, as well as create bubbles and shields of it within a certain distance of him to protect him from any harm. Consequently, he has the ability to push and pull foes or objects by having the air act on them. At the moment he can only create a slight breeze, enough to float a feather.
Larten was born to a scholar and a seamstress in a large city. His father often wrote his thoughts down in books and was indeed buried in them most the time, and when he did emerge from the pile and isles it was to teach Larten to read and write. He picked it up eventually, and was proud when he did, and from them on spent most of his time absorbed in novels, fantasising about what it would be like to be a fearless warrior and face monsters.
He found out how one of them would feel when the demons came. They laid waste to his home and the city he lived in. He and his father managed to flee the city and escape, but his mother was working in another part of the city and she was assumed to be killed in the slaughter and the blazing inferno. It was never found out; his father fled with him to a small forest village that had need of a priest, and his father was only too happy to fill the roll, since he was one of the only people there who could read.
They settled down there, and lived in the quarters that backed onto the small church, though Larten spent most of his time in the library, musing about heroes, and where he also met Aimee.