yay my first character on layonara
Full Name:Oran Mathul
Age:18
Class(es):Fighter
Race:Human
Subrace:
Alignment:Chaotic Good
Deity:None
Biography:
Oran Mathul live a quiet life in the town of Center, his father was a respectible architect, and his mother a teacher. He was an exceptionally bright child, his teachers claiming that he could become a great wizard one day. Although Oran enjoyed knowledge, the arcane arts weren't his cup of tea. Becoming bored with the easiness of his classword, Oran occupied himself with studying the art of war. He would engross himself in the legends of great fighters and generals, learning of their epic feats and daring strategies in battle. Oran's father Julius Mathul was proud that his son was dreaming of becoming a great fighter, who would bring recognition to their house. His mother Rose, however, was disappointed, because she believe knowledge was the key to power, not brute strength.
Whenever Oran could spare the time, he would visit the library to read books, while the other kids caused trouble in the streets. They saw his reading as a sign of weakness, and made it a point to make fun of him, tease him, and bully him. One day after leaving the library to go home, the bullies from school came up to him and blocked his way. They began making fun of how he spent all his time reading books, and how he could never be a great warrior. Inspired by tales of legend, Oran launched himself at the bullies, only to be stopped in mid-air by a uppercut in the ribs. Down on both knees and clutching his stomach, Oran endured the spitting, swearing, kicks and punches of the bullies till and older man came by. He was small, with graying hair, but it was the eyes...any veteran fighter knows that you could almost instantly judge the capabilities of their opponents by studying their eyes. His eyes portrayed confidence and fierceness. They were just boys though, delinquents who would probably end up in jail for petty crimes. They didn't know better.
"Hey old man, if you don't want to get hurt, then you best leave," said the biggest one. "Leave that boy alone, or else." "Or else what? You'll hit me with a cane or something?" The boys erupted in laughter. Their leader was bigger than the old man, so they had nothing to be worried about. The old man just stood there, keeping his focus on the bent shape in the middle of the boys. "God, I'm tired of this old fool," and one of the bullies bent down to pick up a rock. He began to bounce the rock in his hand,"Hey old man, are you going to just stand there?" He caught the rock in his hand, and threw it with all his might at the old man. To their surprise, the old man deftly dodged the missile, and with unimaginable speed bridged the distance between them. In the blink of an eye, the old man struck the boy who threw the rock in the throat with the curve of his index and thumb. Spinning quickly he elbowed the leader of the pack in the ribs and grabbed his hair, twisting him down. The leader began to cry, unable to fight against the grip of the old mans hand. "Please! Please don't hurt me! We were just kidding around, I swear!". "Enough of your idiotic babble", the old man said, and struck him in the throat as well. The rest of the boys backed up in fear, seeing their fearless leader writhing on the ground gagging and choking. "Now get out of here!" said the old man.
Oran tried to stand up, but his legs couldn't support him. The old man's face, softened, and walked over to Oran, helping him up. "I watched the whole thing", he said. "Those bullies have no right to pick on you, but they do because your weaker than them. You have a courageous spirit, although a rather foolish one. Those stories in the legends are getting to your head. The warriors in the stories become that way not because they were born able to fight, but because they trained in the arts of war." All Oran could do was listen to the old man, too shaken up to speak. Realising that he was probably just doing more damage, the old man softened again, and offerend to escort Oran to his home.
They parted ways at the footsteps of Oran's house, and Oran tried to act like nothing happened, although he was dirty and had a few bruises. He explained to his parents that he and the kids from school were just playing a few game outside, and it got a little rough. He went up to his room and thought about what the old man had said, and slept.
The next day, Oran went to the library as usual, and to his surprise he spotted the old man at the entrance. "So you're back eh? I don't know if you're incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Whichever the case, something about you intrigues me." The old man leaned against the door and watched Oran, expecting a reply. After looking around, feeling embarrassed, Oran hesitantly spoke up, "S-S-Sir? Thank you..for helping me the other day..May I know your name?" "Oh bah, it was nothing, and as for my name, I will only tell it to you if you are worthy". "Well, sir, then what should I call you?" "Call me...sensei, yes, I like that title. Call me sensei." "Sensei..I noticed how you dealth with those bullies." Oran began to feel more comfortable with this old man. "It was amazing! You moved so fast! And you took them down with at most two moves! Could you please teach me how to do that?" The old man looked at Oran, staring into his eyes. "First, what is your purpose for learning from me? What are your goals? Why should I teach a scrawny kid like you?" Oran looked down, tears filling his eyes. "Sir please! Those bullies pick on me everyday! I cannot do anything about it...I would like to learn how to defend myself. And maybe perhaps become a great fighter like in the legends...and...I'll practice diligently every day." The old man sighed, "Ahh, kids these days, always dreaming about fame and fortune. Fair enough, I will teach you."
On that day forward, Oran became the pupil of the old man, who called himself 'Sensei'. His teachings were different than what Oran expected. He was used to the warriors of legend, who wore full plate armor, and carrying a monstrous two handed weapon, wading into a sea of enemies. Instead, the old man taught him to use his head in a fight, and to quickly and efficiently dispose of each of his attackers. He taught him how to fight without using any elaborate heavy armor, for those just weighed you down and limited your movement. He taught Oran how to move stealthily, and to wield a light weapon in both of his hands. When Oran was 18, Sensei told him, "You are now ready for the world. I have taught you to the best of my abilities, and I believe you can now hold your own. But wait, for those who practice the martial arts, their training is never over." Oran bowed before his teacher, "Yes Sensei, I will never forget your teachings." "Since your training is never really over, I expect you to come visit me sometime haha!" Oran bowed again and left his teachers house. He went back to his parents house and explained to them that he wanted to see the world, and seek out other masters who could teach him. Only later in his travels would Oran come to learn that his sensei was a renowed duelist and weaponmaster who traveled to different places seeking new student, but whose real name was never mentioned
Description: About 5'7", athletic build. Short spiky hair. prefers wearing black,blue clothing. Usually stays in the back, where he can observe the situation, and when the time comes, is quick to act.
Oran Mathul 
Linear Mode
