Lizhun Od Kaal

## History

Lizhun Od Kaal was born like any other Joms villager, in the below zero temperatures and in a non-descript snowy wasteland that his nomadic tribe had happen to make camp at for the night. Lizhun Od Kaal was the name his Mother had bestowed upon him. It was a powerful name with powerful meaning, roughly translated to "Ice Champion" or "Hero of the Snow". Such was a difficult name to live up to, but such is the life of a Joms. Nothing is ever easy. Each day is a fight for food, a fight for happiness, a fight for a place to sleep, or a fight just to fight. This is not to say he was not loved, Lizhun was cared for and was cherished just as any other Son of the Snow should be in the tribe. Lizhun just felt like he could always strive for something more. He yearned for something, something material. Since he could walk, since he could hold a weapon, since he could fight, there was always something within him urging him to grow stronger, smarter, or faster. So that one day, he may achieve his unfound goal. This was reflected in his early years as his Nomadic Snow Tribe wandered around the Arctic Wastes. His tribe was not small, but also could not be considered large. They were his family and they all would look out for each other when they could, such is the way when every passing moment is a fight to live. But there was always competition between them as they always strived for strength or proof of it. This was what his tribe was good at it, being strong or trying to prove that they were. That's why whenever they needed gold or miscellaneous supplies, the tribe would act as mercenaries or guides for those needing to pass through the Arctic Wastes. His tribe was known to outsiders as the 'Skaal Mercenaries'. A fearsome group who would always keep their employers safe. But that's not the important bit, so lets carry on with how Lizhun fits into his own story.

Lizhun had grown into a powerful young man, a Skaal Mercenary, a master of the spear, and truly a Hero of the Snow. He had learned how his small part of the world worked. It was uncivilized and there was danger around every corner. But he had found it, his true goal that he had been striving for since his birth. His personal epiphany happened when he had taken a solo mercenary job and was paid very handsomely by a wizard that was looking for rare ice materials. Lizhun was even tipped for his good work. It was later that day when he had setup camp and he was sitting by the campfire that he finally realized what he was longing for. It was gold. Something so simple held so much influence. Influence that would not pale in comparison to personal strength and ability. This is when he needed to make a decision. Waste his days away as a mercenary making gold here and there, never knowing when his next job would come...or venture out of the Arctic Wastes and earn an enormous amount of capital to fulfill his materialistic appetite. After some rumination, Lizhun decided to bid his farewells to his tribe when he regrouped with them. There were no tears shed, nor was there much discourse. He was only told one thing by his parents, "Stay strong, never thaw, and never sully the name of the Skaal Mercenaries." Departing with those words ringing in his ears, Lizhun referenced a map that he had procured off some dead roadmen. It was of the nearest points of interest, marked up with writing about merchant trading routes and possible ways of ambushing them. Tracing the trading routes to a depiction of what was most likely the biggest city nearby, he began his long trek towards his newfound goal.

His journey to the city was nothing out of the ordinary for Lizhun. Just the normal bandits, beasts, and the weather. As he slowly made his way what he hoped would be a golden paradise, Lizhun was most thrown off by the climate. It was starting to become warmer and warmer the further he walked. Knowing only the warmth of a campfire, torch, or the occasional fire magic user this was an odd occurrence to him. That's when he realized that there would be even more new things awaiting him in the future, but such things would simply needed to be adapted to. And a Joms was never afraid of the unknown. Several days passed until finally, Lizhun arrived at the tall gates of civilization. There were carts being pulled by beasts he had never seen before and more people passing by than he could count. He was overwhelmed with emotion and entered the city, which he learned from passersby was named 'Dullruff'. A city that was known for its markets and constant wave of traders passing through. But enough of that, it was time to think of a plan to become rich. Rich enough to never worry about where food would come from or new clothes. To start, Lizhun would need to learn the ways of business. Luckily after asking around Lizhun obtained a bit of information regarding a school of business and how to conduct it that was situated at the heart of Dullruff. So he made his way there, through the massive crowds and yelling of merchants from their stalls. As Lizhun was walking up to the school, he noticed an odd fellow which looked to be a Dwarf sitting on a bench outside the school talking to himself. Lizhun was taken aback at first, it seemed this fellow was distressed and was oddly switching between two voices while sitting alone and receiving scorn from passing students. Lizhun walked up to him and introduced himself, saying how he noticed that the guy was looking distressed. The Dwarf perked up upon noticing Lizhun's presence and introduced himself as Gabe and as Gabe introduced himself his face seemed to change and so did his voice as he said, "And I'm Tarran." Gabe explained that Tarran was his friend and they both wanted to get into the business school but kept getting denied by the Dean for some odd reason. And when Gabe would ask, the Dean would say, "Because you keep weirding out the other students, and although your knowledge is very broad we cannot accept you so quit trying to get in or I'll have you arrested."

Lizhun saw nothing out of the ordinary with Gabe and struck up a conversation with him. Occasionally Gabe would switch his voice and body language but he was never rude to Lizhun and happily told him all about the city and his perfect business plan. Lizhun was intrigued with Gabe's plan and offered up his help, much to the surprise of Gabe's supposed friend Tarran. Nonetheless, Gabe happily accepted and filled Lizhun in on the details. The basic concept was a fancy club with exotic attractions for all those who paid to be a member. There would be an annual membership fee for the patrons and they would receive proof of membership in the form of a token, letting the bouncers know to let them into the club. The Club would be in a specially designed pocket dimension fashioned from a special bag of holding. You could only gain access through a special door portal system, that only the members would know the location of. Gabe said that he had most of it setup already but needed someone he could trust and would be able to keep unruly members in line and that's where Lizhun would come in.

Fast forward into the future, Gabe and Lizhun were successfully running their exotic club. And it was doing very well for itself. When you entered you could have a mask on to keep your identity secret, or just let everyone know who you were. There were many types of members, those with odd tastes and those with lots of money and prestige. Either way, all the members just wanted a safe place to socialize or act upon their odd desires. Lizhun and Gabe's club satisfied just that itch, along with having the feeling of exclusivity and class. As the owners, Lizhun and Gabe did not have to manage much and usually just oversaw the larger functions of the business. Their pockets were filled and they spent their gold as well as they received it. Gabe and Lizhun had an inseparable bond and were thick as thieves. But they could never have foreseen the downfall of their club of desires. It started as any other night, but the two wanted to stretch their legs outside of the club and shop around a little with their wealth they had earned. That is until they got notice through a raven, that nobody could access the club. Apparently the portal doors that were placed around the larger cities had imploded and disappeared outright, barring access to the pocket world where the Club of Desires was. Also where Lizhun and Gabe's entire wealth was stored. They were distraught and couldn't think of any way to gain access back to their club holding their droves of gold. Understandably the two received more ravens calling for an explanation and a refund on the member's fees. Having no way to explain to their patrons the situation, the two decided to make themselves skinny and split to a new city, just hoping for a new start.

Lizhun and Gabe hadn't known poverty in so long that they were fearful of it. Needing the comfort of always having more gold to spend than they ever could, they had to think of a plan to calm themselves of their materialistic needs. That was when Lizhun came up with the idea to rely on his personal combat strength and sign up for a well paying mercenary group, or guild. Gabe could only agree as he knew the strength of his best friend well from seeing it years prior. Thus, the two scoured around trying to find the best paying work for their skillset. They eventually settled on a large group called the Slayer Corps. Known for killing Vampires and their rage towards them. Neither Gabe nor Lizhun had any harsh feelings against Vampires themselves, but they also had no qualms joining up considering the wage they would make. So, they applied for the Corps and were given a combat test. With Lizhun's combat prowess and Gabe's tactician skills, they were readily accepted in and were told what would be required of them in the Slayer Corps. They would need to steel themselves for bloody encounters and perhaps even the goriest sights known to anyone. Although a bit unnerving to Gabe, Lizhun could care less as he was confident in his spear arm and just wanted to save up gold to start another business, so that he could once again know wealth untold.

Thus began the, technically, trio's bloody battles within the Slayer Corps. Lizhun would make himself known as being ruthless in battle and very effective within his given missions, but also incredibly stingy. His fellow Slayers would often find him picking up anything he could after a battle to sell later. Nobody minded it as a large number of Slayers were almost cult-like in their behavior, doing anything to kill more Vampires even if it killed them in the process. Eventually it was time for the annual fresh blood to join the Slayer Corps, it was a time where the Slayers could rest, train, and gain more Slayers-in-training. One such new blood seemed to take a liking to Lizhun and would follow him around. This fellow went by the name of Brightbranch Fickle Fellow and constantly asked Lizhun to train him to be stronger so that he could exact his revenge against those damn blaggards. After awhile Lizhun had enough of Brightbranch's nagging and eventually accepted him under his tutelage. Lizhun would train him in his close combat and magic arts, but also oddly enough in the ways of commerce as well. Brightbranch found it odd but figured it must be some sort of mental trick that would come in handy when fighting. Thus we now land ourselves on our group of Slayer's newest mission, a mission that didn't seem too different from the rest...hopefully.

### Appearance

Lizhun is dressed in plate armour, but he also has a fancy cloak. Lizhun likes to dress lavishly and will always be seen with rings, fancy boots, and even overshirts.

## Relationships

Lizhun has a best friend and a squire.

Gabe his best friend, who sometimes is Tarran.

Squire (Brightbranch Fickle Fellow)

## Character Inventory

* Class / Joms
* Cornerstone / Merchants
* Attribute / Stingy

Passives* Passive / Veteran Spellblade Medal
* Passive / Accidental Wizardry
* Passive / Bag of Juicy Beetles

Abilities* Joms / Large Rock
* Joms / Ragnarok
* Joms / Frost Breath
* Joms / Frostgrip
* Joms / Ice Tomb
* Bard / Diss Track
* Chef / Get in Me Pot

Former*
* Small Armor / Flameguard
* Class Weapon / Ice Breaker
* Legendary Spell Scroll / Lust for Power

Companions* Companion / Imaginative Dwelf Wordsmith
* Wordsmith / Dictionary
* Fake Friend of Companion / Anal Dvergr Spellslinger
* Spellslinger / Overwatch
* Companion Ability / Invade Fate
* Weapon / Arcane Great Bow
* **ABILITIES ARE SHARED**

Former*

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