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Leokoris created on 26th of April 2018, and is dead and gone (17 years old, 8 hours, 4 months lifetime)

Title: the Master Rhymer
Gender: Male
Level: 23
Class: half-elf bard

Background history:

  1. The Beginning - posted at 2018-05-14 01:04:12
The Beginning
The story of Leokoris is a simple one, raised in the farming village named New Ofcol. His parents fell in love at a young age, his Father from Mount Saidian and his mother from Sylvan Vale. Due to this interracial love, they were both shunned by their hometowns, thus settling in New Ofcol. Leokoris was influenced from a young age to learn the lands and tend the farms from his parents. He always had an affinity for growing things, but always found himself humming a familiar tune. No villager recognized this tune, but Leokoris swore it was from the local area. He had no formal training in music even though he could perfectly tune any instrument. His parents encouraged his passion for music, though they pushed him to learn how to farm as it is a safer and more secure living. Leokoris followed his parents' teachings willfully all the while though he felt a pull to learning not just music but how to record this music with the quill. One day while he was tending the land he heard the familiar tune he hummed from the Plains. Once he scribed this down in his journal, he began to follow the familiar tune. The melody became clearer and more defined the further he traveled through the Plains. As he was following this sound, he found himself before a great gate sunken into a stone wall as high as his eyes could see. At this moment, he realized his passion would lead him to the great city of Seringale.


Description:

A scent of lavender draws you closer to this being. A whimsical presence seems to permeate from this male. His hair is a soft strawberry blond and is held back by a pair of slightly pointed ears. His hair runs down to his collar bone. His eyes are a bright aqua color, resembling the southern seas. The skin on this half-elf is slightly tanned and seems to be well kept with the finest oils and balms. A carefree and genuine smile reveals a set of well maintained teeth. His hands are well kept with nails well-trimmed but seem to have quite the calluses on his fingertips. A tankard hangs loosely about his right sided waist, ready for a pour of the finer ales and a long pipe hangs from his left. Scrolls and ink wells seem to be bursting from the pockets and packs of the Half-Elf.


PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 1 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 0:0, Efficiency: 0%)

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