Lorliney Platnah

"Let's get this fight rollin' already!"

## **Background**

Born to a pair of otherwise unremarkable humans in a small port town named Sealight, Lorliney Platnah seemed as though he bore no great destiny. Raised by middle-class tavern owners, he spent much of his early life working around drunks and swindlers, and learned quickly that he had a certain dislike for both types of people.  Lorliney found himself feeling trapped by his life in Sealight; It was rare for someone born in the town to leave at any pont in their life, and even rarer for those who did leave to do anything worthwhile with their lives. The ocean's waves called Sealight's residents to take up work as fishermen and sailors, but Lorliney found his calling amid the pages of stories. He imagined himself in the heavy, iron boots of the dragon slayers and iron knights he read about, and eventually started wishing that he could live a life like theirs...

These wishes, he decided, couldn't be realized unless he took initiative. Upon the dawn of his eighteenth year, Lorliney left Sealight and ventured away from the coasts he'd once called home. Heading inland, his first priority was to locate a trainer of some sort that would help him hone some sort of skill or talent with a weapon. For many weeks, he drifted from town to town in search of such a teacher before stumbling upon a strange village, nestled amid a tall mountain's highest crags. The residents of this place called it Heaven's Rise.

Within Heaven's Rise, many great warriors sought to be trained by the Grand Master Colran, a master of the unarmed combat so powerful that, even in his old age, none of the village's men could face his radiant strikes. The elderly master moved with inhuman grace, and seemed to be perpetually enveloped by a protective light. Lorliney knew that, somehow, this would be the man to teach him. The young adventurer took up residence in the town and spent many nights thinking of ways to each the master's attention, to impress him somehow. Unfortunately, time presented no perfect solution, and Lorliney resolved to simply ask directly. To his surprise, the old man accepted his request.

Months passed. Lorliney, under Colran's instruction, honed his senses, refined his body, and trained his fists to become a walking, breathing weapon. Colran, strangely, never asked his pupil for any sort of compensation; He taught purely out of the kindness of his heart. For what it was worth, he taught well. Lorliney became an adept combattant, among the mightiest in Heaven's Rise. After only a year of training, Colran declared that there was only one more lesson he could impart upon his student.

The wise old master explained to his pupil why he'd so readily trained him; Colran, an Aasimar, had recognized Lorliney as another of his kind. Seeing the boy's innate radiance, the master had resolved to teach the fellow Aasimar his craft so that his arts may be practiced by another Angelblooded pugilist. It was then that Colran made his only request of Lorliney; The boy must always strive to spread the light, and to conquer and vanquish the darkness. He must go out into the greater world and purge injustice wherever it may reside. The pupil agreed to these terms with great enthusiasm before leaving his master's abode for the last time. Lorliney collected his things, bid the residents of Heaven's Rise goodbye, and began his new quest.

After more weeks than he cared to count, Lorliney caught wind of an organization in a not-too-far-off city that may aid him in his mission. It took him only a short bit of time to route out the best path to Absalom, where he'd supposedly find this group...

## **Appearance**

Lorliney appears to be a normal human... for the most part. Something about his *slightly-above-average* height and his *slightly-overly-bright* blonde hair might act as hints for some as to the boy's Celestial heritage. Otherwise, he physically appears like a somewhat strong human or half-elf of ambiguous descent.

Even so, it's not hard to tell that this individual is bonded by blood to something higher. Sunlight seems to... cling to his form, somehow, as though shade isn't comfortable touching him. When outside, wind seems to glide through his hair *just* right, never leaving tangles or displacing the charmingly wild style. Lorliney radiates a certain charm that even the natural world can't seem to resist, somehow...

Generally, Lorliney walks around as though prepared for a fight, meaning that it's rare to catch him in public without his armor. Wreathed in bright, pale hide armor, he carries few containers or pouches aside from a backpack slung over his shoulder. Heavy metal padding sits on his forearms and the fronts of his heavy boots, as if to make his strikes hit harder and heavier.

## **Personality**

While he trained in something of a monastery, Lorliney's behavior certainly doesn't reflect it. Growing up in a tavern, surrounded by drunkards, the boy took on a boistrous, bombastic personality; His good spirits are sturdy, and it takes a lot to bring him down. The young adventurer is very friendly, and often sees the best in everyone, including his foes.  In his excessive volume, he finds subtlety somewhat foreign, and struggles when caught in a bad lie.
As friendly and positive as he may be, however, even Lorliney has some limits. His oath to his trainer means that he finds difficulty interacting with individuals who are obviously evil or those who do evil things, and naturally evil-inclined creatures like fiends and undead nauseate him especially. Despite this, if working with enemies of all things righteous will lead to a greater overall good, he can set aside his disdain for a moment or two.