Name: Alexander Kiplin, aka "Lex"
Species: Human
Personality Type: ISFP
Age:15-19 yrs old
Height:6 feet tall
Hair:Black, cut short with a dagger
Eye:Brown eyes
Appearance/clothing: click here
Personality: Keeps to himself a fair amount, but does make friends gradually. Before he loses his memory (&after), he often acts nervous, fearing in general for his life; he tends to take things in a cynical, 'that figures' manner, and sometimes even tries to smile about it.
History: General History. "A Single Night"
Possession: The evil elf Kevellen can possess him. Click here for more details.
RPG genre: Fantasy
Original RPG: Threads of Darkness (TOD).
Other RPGs: Bitter Secrets, Lefer
Pictures: 1, 2, 3,
History: When Lex was a child his parents took him into the woods. He can't quite remember why, but he thinks they were moving to another villiage and simply did not follow the path there. The problem with walking off the path, however, was that they entered the Dark Elf territory. Lex admits that it is possible they meant to, but since you do NOT mess with dark elves-- especially if you're human and have no magical powers like Lex's parents-- he sincerly doubts that.
There was an elf there by the name of Kevellen, a name vaguely known everywhere as associated with evil and with power. White elfs had been murmering for a few years that there was such a dark elf, one that was a danger, but this knowledge was only spread to the human communities through rumor because the White Elfs did not want to spread panic about something that might jsut be another Dark elf, and that the humans could not help with anyway.
Kevellen had, in fact, been training himself to use his full power; he was born with a power-ability of 10 out of 10, as few elfs, White or Dark, are. He studied the Dark elf lores and the languages of old, old legends and all that good stuff. But most of his studying had been in the realms of the Dark elfs, and he was ready to search further. So, over these years that the White elfs had felt him grow stronger, he had also been getting nearer.
It was not long before Lex's parents crossed his path. They had only spent the night in the Dark elf forest, and had just discovered where they were-- had even begun to turn around-- but as they did, behind them they saw a darker shadow across a suddenly dark path in a suddenly darker forest (not that the dark elf forest had been that cheery to begin with). "Do you realize where you are?" a whisper, almost subconscious in nature, asked them from underneath Kevellen's hood.
"You are dead," it finished, and without even a demonic laugh, he raised his hand and threw Lex' father into a near by tree. His father grunted and slumped to the floor. In front of him, Kevellen slowly killed both his parents, one at a time with spells of higher and higher levels, and higher and higher pain. As young as he was, Lex didn't know a person could be in that much pain, could survive that long. The figure turned to him and threw back his hood, evil eyes narrowing in pleasure at the little boy before him. He gave a slight grin, raised his hand, and Lex's body was wracked with pain, mounting pain. He could feel the spell reaching into his viens like a supernatural spiderweb of power that burned like lightening before it even started the spell's work. It spread across every limb, across every inch of his body. Lex thought he was going to break apart, and he wished for all the world that he could black out, but he did not.
He knew he was going to die.
Abruptly the world went quiet and, released from the spell momentarily, Lex fell to his knees. Kevellen, with all of his high-level magic, had attracted the atention of a small but elite fleet of elfs. At the time, Kevellen was not strong enough to dismiss them with one spell, and the Dark Elf was distracted from Lex entirely. Lex passed out. When he woke up again, he found himself in a tent in the middle of a small White-elf colony only a day's walk away from a large human/white-elf city. A family of white elfs in town adopted him, not knowing that he was still encased by the spell, with every contact of magic-- any magic-- used by the spell to cause him pain...
For more history, see A Single Night