Locke Lamora

Subclass: Samurai

Lineage: Half-orc (Extra Planar)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Faith: Herne (Adopted)

Gender: Male

Size/Height: Medium/5'10

Weight: 185lbs

Age: 33

Hair: Brunette

Skin: Light green

Eyes: Blue

Skill Proficiencies: Insight, Perception

Tool Proficiencies: Harmonica (Pan flute)

### Backstory

**Locke Lamora** was born to a loving husband and wife; the second child of 5, in their happy marriage, on a homestead of the northern borderlands of the Republic of Estalia, on the almost magically barren plane of Tolis. When Locke was a boy of 4-5 he often went on adventures into the local forest valley, gathering herbs and hunting small wild game. It wasn't uncommon for Locke to be gone for days at a time; and was well enough liked by the other town boys. Sleeping at the base a tree one summer eve; Locke had visions of tall and slender women; with soft and fragile wings, draped about her as a cloack and a land covered in Ice roamed by dangers, mundane and mythical. He was told he would be taken from his home when the world was to have its greatest strife; and that only through struggle would he return. Waking from slumber; nothing seemed out of the ordinary, other than locke now having a slightly oily shine to his pale blue eyes.

For many years Locke honed his skills hunting with a bow, and came to enjoy the pursuit of hunting all of Tolis' natural game. He grew to appreciate the world for what it was; a gem of beauty and opportunity. However he was still haunted by nightly visions of a frozen wonderland; taking up the Muscians life he would play in the local taverns of the various towns along the border, regailing those who would pay with song and story of the visions he had once seen. Though never disliked, he never found himself among many friends, that all changed when he met his wife to be **Marianna**, the young woman, 2 years his senior, had only just arrived in town. Seeing her for the first time, Locke had steeled himself and began courting, and not long after, was soon wed. A year after their marriage Locke and Marianna had their first child: **Amelia Lamora**. Though there was great joy Locke's visions would soon be proven true.

On the year 1789; the 20th month, and 3rd day the of the Imperial calendar, the world would enter fire and war. The Republic of Estalia was invaded from the west and south by the combined forces of the Imperial border princes, Estalia itself being a former hegemony of the Empre and holding a constitutional distrust for aristocratic systems; bad blood had been brewing for decades. Sensing an opportunity, they struck on the eve of the winter seasons; and the long and gruesome winter war had begun.

3 years had passed, Locke had been conscripted to the ever intensive and bloody homefront. He would only move from one front to another, leaving behind his wife and young daughter, who were in relative safety. Knowing he would possibly never see them again, he volunteered for the spearhead push past the imperial borders under the cover of night. Traveling and leading men through the hunting forest estate of a noble, he had laid in wait at the base of a tree. Closing his eyes for a brief moment; awaiting the signal of attack from the commanders, he opened them up only to be greated with northen most glacial land of Oris. Frost top. The echoes of a cruel fey resounding in his mind, a prank of monumental preportions decades in the making, come to light. Though some years have passed since then, Locke travels as a merc for the adventures guild; monster slayer. Searching for the ways and means to get home. Always keeping faith, old and new, that he will beat the Fey's cruel games and return home.