: Being a Wood Elf means he is stronger then he looks and fairly resilient, and like the rest of his elven brethren he is incredibly fast and agile... He can see near perfectly in the dark and has very sensitive hearing. He was born with empathic powers and can read another’s soul through their eyes to determine what is on their mind, even if the mind can't be read with telepathy. The eyes are after all the windows to the soul, which is hard to hard from those whom know how to find itSkills (list):
1 Weapon Style, 2 Weapon Style, Alertness, Ambidextry, Armor Proficiency (Light and Medium), Blind-Fight, Brew Potion, Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Craft Magic Items, Deceitful, Deft Hands, Double Swing, Dual weapon block, Enhanced Magical Resistance, Fast Casting, Gambling, Improved Critical, Improved Disarm, Improved Feint, Improved Trip, Intimidate, Iron Will, Lore, Magical Fortitude, Opportunist, Pick Pockets, Potent Magic, Stealth, Street wise, Toughness, Vast Mind, Weapon Finesse (Daggers and Swords), Whirlwind AttackDialects Spoken
: Lyo has traveled most of the world... He may be rusty but he knows lots of languages. Though his favorite is Drow... At least for being obscene~ Self ~ Fear
: Very littleDislike
: Lyo is very untrusting of women... Though he loves to flock then around him Like
: Causing Mischief Quirks
: Lyo is a man whore... Not paid for sex but has many problems with staying monogamous for long Flaws
: Over Confident ~ Family ~
He has one living blood relative. His identical twin... Shaiith ~ History ~ Skills/Abilities
:Lyo is both a master at intrusion and sword play. His grace is better than the average elf and he moves like the flowing water or like a ravaging fire. His training in the gladiatorial rings becomes very evident when he is angry because it turned him into a bezerker and he can be savage for an elf even when in control. A long time ago Lyo picked up several illusionary techniques , some magical, some not, and has become very adept at creating falseness's of all kinds He also has been trained in psychic abilities. Lyo's berserker side comes from a demon that is bound to his soul from birth. The two share the same souls now but have almost separate minds... They have the same experience's but view them differently...
He is very adept at bladed weapons and two handed combat. However, he never really trained in any other type of weapons. He is passable with two-handed weapons, but very clumsy with axes, maces, or staves. Moreover, his archery skills leave more then a lot to be desired, he might be able to hit the broad side of a barn if very close to it. In opposition to that, any weapon he can figure out how to fence with is very deadly in his hands. He is a good shot with throwing weapons but there is a reason he carries so many. He is also a very good martial artist, but nowhere near expert. His travels have lead him to discover the need of alchemic potions, and where as he is by no means good at this he has learned to generate two distinct potion types with frequent success. Healing potions, and dispelling potions. The later interrupts magic channeling and greatly hinders Psionic’s. But only briefly unless ingested. (Four posts, for simplicity only count mine)
However every now and then he gets other types correct as well and writes down the formula’s, in his arsenal are MANY spell like vials he has made that work well.. and a few that don’t do what he thought they should. Most of the time though he wont try one that he is not certain of. Of course to go with these strange vials are MANY herbs, ores, and other materials that he uses to actually create the alchemical vials withPersonality
: Lyo is normally a nice person. He conceals a distrust of women by flocking them around him, but he will never settle down with any one for longer then a few months. His distrust always seems to get the better of him. He is not exactly over confident in his abilities, as he is unafraid of death. It is something he has experienced before and does not avoid its next coming. He has been known however to give all so others wont have to experience it. He is not a very good person and is very easily described as an anti-hero. If properly motivated he is regrettably just as likely to kidnap, rape, and kill someone he has never meet as he is to knowingly throw himself into harms way to save a different stranger.History
: Lyo was raised in the Elven city of Kear during a time of Great War. He was 45 when Dwarven Raiders sacked his City, and he was taken to be put in the fighting rings of Kul'nordun. After being forced to fight in their gladiator pits for 50 years, he released the demon that was in his blood. All of his people have one, his just came out far younger then most. After the 50 years in the pits, he escaped with a band of a few others, It was a very bloody process that cost the lives of many of the slaves. During what was going to be the slave’s last attempt to take the gates and escape many were cut down by the elite guards of the master slaver. Nevertheless, through unyielding determination Lyo and a band of 10 others broke through. During the bloody struggles, Lyo killed the Slave Master and claimed his whip for himself.
Seeking to get a better understanding of this thing that dwelled in the back of his mind he sought to return home. He traveled through many long months until her returned to geography he knew. Eventually as he crested through a mountain pass, he saw it. Though, it was not what he wanted to see. Kear lay in ruins. It took many hours for him to gain enough courage to finish his journey and enter the once great city. The first things he saw was the battered wall and broken gates. Time had thankfully hidden the bones of the defenders that died there. He did as all lost children did , and went home.
Lyo was the son of the high priestess. His home was the temple. After walking through ruined block after block, he came to the gardens and found the Statues and temple unscathed. Even against the ravages of time. Quickly he ran inside and called out to any one there to answer. Surely there was no way this had been done naturally? He searched high and low for signs of life. Nevertheless, were as everything was spotless there were no other signs of life. As he entered the interior gardens, he found something that broke him. Skeletal remains, two sets. His heart aching he drew near. They were still adorned with the jewels they bore before death. In addition, had so long not passed they would conceivably still have been dressed. Where as he could not tell by the remains whose bodies these were. Nevertheless, the jewelry he found on the older one all but confirmed their identities to him. These must have been the remains of Tristan and Elysian. Better known to Lyo as Brother and Mother.
His heart shattered. Never had he imagined that he would find his family dead. Not inside the holy walls of the temple, he was raised on stories of how their warrior goddess would always come to the aid of her followers. How that with in these very walls any he sought shelter would be gifted divine protection. Apparently, the dwarves did not know this, or his goddess was not as powerful as he had been told. In desperation he gave his beast everything.
His demon had a field day. The pact that bound him with his host and been tainted by this treachery. Day the next dawn the beast had talked Lyo into confronting Arn’Inth, and calling her out for the obvious lack of care she had given to her people. After spending the day in preparation for what was obviously a fool’s errand, he doused the temple and lit it ablaze. After all what better way to get a deities attention?
Needless to say, Arn’Inth was less than pleased with her formerly devote follower, and she tried to show herself to him so he could explain his actions taken against the holy shrine. Like a bull headed teenage boy he spat in her face and issued a challenge. Had Lyo been less hot headed he might have understood that not only could he lose, but what was at stake.
She chose trial by combat, a fitting way to teach her disciple his place. He still not thinking clearly took this trial head on and before she could summon a champion, he attacked her with the seized bullwhip. In retrospect, drawing the blood of a distracted goddess is not an activity for the feint of heart.
Very obviously, he lost the challenge fast; this is not saying he did not put up a hell of a fight before he fell in battle, but fall he did. Regret filling the heart of a goddess about to lose half of her active worshipers, she resurrected him. And with a very heavy heart she enacted the bargain that was stuck between them when the fight started. He lost his joy, and his end.
He was cursed to die repeatedly only to be revived by the mark he now bears. He is no longer able to settle down and is driven by a mad need to wander. For desiccating a holy shrine he was cursed to no longer be able to bear the blessings, or curses of religion. If in the presence of either the holy or unholy; site, beings or spells his cursed mark shall activate and repulse him from it. No longer can he set foot in church or be healed with the divine gifts of clerics. Not until his penance is paid can he know true peace or love.
His reverie is haunted with his deaths now, and where as always revives after battle he can not grow accustomed to the pains of death. Nor to the pain of life. For with each death he is offered a glimpse of what it is he is supposed to be fighting to attain. That was three-hundred years ago. Now he wonders the world with the mark of his curse visible on his cheek, telling all mystics that he is of the damned. Wandering the world, he seeks a way to pay his penance or to find some loophole so he can stay dead.
The strangest thing about him is that if he is defeated fairly in a battle he will almost always leave the field when he returns to life, believing that if he is beaten than the person who bested him is the true victor. Moreover, he will do he's best never to fight that person again, and if he does, he will never kill them unless necessary to fulfill his own twisted sense of honor.
Over the years, his deaths and the few aching moments he gets to spend in the land of the dead taught him something his Goddess thought she denied him. The knowledge that his brother is not in the land of the dead. Never in the hundreds of times he has glimpsed eternity has he ever seen a being identical to him, and Tristan was his twin. That means to him that he is not the soul survivor of his people. Moreover, that gives him hope that one day he will see his family again.
Without knowledge of where his brother travels or when he will find him again, he travels the world. He believes that fate will someday grant him the chance meeting to speak with Tristan again. So with the sun on his back and the wind in his hair he greets each day with the hope that he is closer to finding his penance and that he may yet see his twin.
((( ITEM IMAGES FOLLOW. All are clickable thumbnails))
Throwing daggers (He carries Four)
Yatagan Sword (He carries Two)
Fighting knives (When carried he carries Two)
Faith (His Mothers Blade)
The Talon Queen (Lyo's Personal Ship)
Raven's Bane (Necklace and Pendeant)
Blunder-Buss' (Usually stored in his bag of holding)
The Aidan stone (An irremovable part of the Talon Queen)