Name: Lethius Maginai
Magic Source: Divine
Magic Class: Paladin
Personality: Lethius is as unflinching in his conviction as he is unforgiving of the Eldritch arts. His stubbornness is almost legendary in how little he will budge on certain matters, mostly to do with magic and honour. He has long since strove to prove his heritage as a boon rather than a burden but an entire life time has shaped and hardened him into the man that he is. For most of his life he has been shunned and hated as being the spawn of a savage, and that has made his fists strong and his scowl mean. On outward appearances he is a brutish, cold looking man to whom most would rather flee than engage in conversation: Yet his core is something far more human. He is an inquisitive person with a high amount of personal honour and confidence in his moral and personal convictions. His suffering has made him sure of himself.
In the presence of one he deems wiser, Lethius will become attentive and placid: Having learnt many years ago that the oldest are those that survived and that the lessons of those survivors become invaluable to the inexperienced. In terms of friendship he is honest and fair in all regards, but will rarely choose friendship over conviction. To some he appears almost like a Zealot, but put simply, he is defined by the convictions he holds because: In the mind of Lethius, his convictions are all that separate him from his savage of a father.
Lethius has seldom held people as friends, but has shown a deep rooted desire to gain some. He has been told by his elders to make sure these desires are not manipulated but he has never had to test the theory: most being unwilling to trust him with the burden of mutual friendship.
History: Born to a Human mother and an Orcish Father: Lethius did not get to know his mother for long. She died at the age of four and was left alone with his father's Orcish warband. For the first period of his life: Until his late teens, at least, Lethius had to fend for himself and suffer a great deal of injustice. To the Orcs of the band, he was weaker and not worthy of the same respect as an Orc: yet his speed and cunning kept him alive. He had a troubled relationship with his father: Whom rarely spoke to the boy except for the odd moment of drunken tenderness in which he told stories of his past.
It was on the eve of his 14th Birthday, after sneaking into the storeroom and stealing himself a meal, that he discovered a shocking truth about his heritage. He overheard his father speaking with a drunken orc about the circumstances of Lethius' birth: The drunken orc made the obvious insinuation that Lethius had been the bastard son of the Orc, and the result of a 'passing fancy for a soft whore.' To Lethius' shock, his father did not lash out and snap the Orc's neck for insinuating that about his mother: He didn't even deny the claim. Lethius felt an abominable fury grow in his chest: something inhuman and unshakably savage. His memory falters him to this day, and a fuzzy black gap remains: But Lethius' next memory was of waking up with blood covering his fist, the orc that had insulted his mother with a snapped neck and his father with a Meat cleaver embedded into his skull. In shock, Lethius attempted to run from the gruesome sight but was captured by the Orcs of the encampment and beaten savagely. He was left to rot in a horsedrawn Prison: Bruised and left to die.
The story of how Lethius was drawn to the gods is a strange one indeed: For most, the tale would end here: Lethius would die; Hungry or murdered or possibly both but the gods, it seems, had other plans. As the late Baron Vernick tells it: The gods spoke to him in a dream about a soul that needed saving, and of the Orcish caravan. He led a hunt of 50 men and slaughtered the Green skin warband as they slept and, when they discovered Lethius; beaten, bloody and nearly broken, the late Baron put two and two together. Several men were against letting Lethius live, the Orcish blood in his veins made him rugged and savage looking: But the Cleric's voice won out. Lethius was rescued and brought into the service of Baron William Venrick.
Lethius was brought to the town of Wilnshire and slept for two days, recovering from his ordeal. During those two days of sleep: He was visited by visions of the gods; Strange visions of a devastating war, terrifying demons and hideous creatures from other realms, Barbaric orcish shamans and, most oddly: Visions of himself, bathed in righteous white light and the embrace of a Seraphic being. The lucid dreams ended and Lethius awoke in a startle, surrounded by strange humans: all with eyes full of judgement, fear and contempt.
When Lethius was approached again by Baron William Venrick, Lethius explained the dreams to him and the Baron nodded slightly, as if they confirmed his suspicions. The late Baron explained to Lethius about how he was happened upon and explained that he suspected the gods had plans for him yet. Lethius offered himself in servitude to the lord that had saved him and the Baron in turn had Lethius learn under a Church's guidance in a nearby village. Lethius accepted, having no other outlook or home in his life.
Over the next 14 years of his life: Lethius served the Baron loyally and learned what skills he could from the Church. He had been 18 when the first signs of his Magical talents surfaced and as soon as they were, they were cultivated with a religious fervor. His heritage gave him the gift of great strength, in comparison to Humans and he was already being taught as a Warrior, with the intent of serving a militaristic arm of the Church. The discovery of his Divine magic chained him to this post, it seems: As few would allow an untrained Mage to roam the lands, let alone a savage half orc.
Even now, he considers himself a novice in the ways of magic. He struggles to maintain spells and can do little more than heal minor wounds and channel divine might into either weapons of the Eldritch forces that haunted his lucid dreams so long ago. Yet the death of the man who saved him has called him back to Wilnshire, to answer the call of the new owner: A cleric by the name of Ser Junby Krote
Appearance: At a distance, Lethius might appear to simply be a very muscular human. He stands at Six foot, Five inches and is as broad as a bull. His hair is black like the Raven's feathers and his eyes a piercing blue, as dazzling as saphire. It is upon closer inspection that his savage heritage becomes more apparent. His face is hard to properly define: Not attractive but not definitively ugly. The fairest way to put it would be different; With ears that are as shape as all orcish ears are, a stunted-almost-flat nose that creases on the bridge, slightly gray skin and lower canines that briefly protrude past his upper lips: Giving him a brutish appearance. Despite this, Lethius' eyes scream of the intellect of a human, as opposed to the savagery of an orc: And few are brave enough to insult a being that looks like he could rip an average human apart with his bare hands.
On his body, Lethius bare many strange markings that mar his discoloured skin; Bruises and scars from his time in the Orcish bands, Whip marks from his time in the church and even a brand of unknown origin. His attires are normally simplistic Tunics and trousers of earthy colours that do little to hide the true size of the man. On the few occasions he is called to represent the church he might appear adorned in armour: Leather mostly, with Metal reinforcing the suit in the form of Pauldrons, bracers, a breastplate and greaves made of Iron. His most precious possession is a silver necklace he wears always, in the shape of a raven: A gift from his long dead mother.