Post by LightsInTheSky on Dec 27, 2018 23:23:50 GMT -5
Gender Male
Race Half-Elf (Half Wood Elf/ Half Moonshaeian Human)
Age 38
Appearance/
Stats Height: 5'10
Weight: 175
Eyes: Emerald Green (like his fathers)
Hair: Crimson Red and Auburn in color (Like his Mothers), shoulder length, thick, wiry in texture,and braided in various places with 2 inch diameter petrified wood with jasper and quartz, moss and fire agate, and malachite beads of on the ends of the braids.
Lineage:
Father: Courynn Cresentmoon (Wood Elf , Ranger/Sorcerer/Arcane Archer of Solonar Thelandira from The High Forest)
Mother: Sylph Arlynn-Cresentmoon (Human Wizard/Archdruid/Divine Disciple of Chauntea from The Moonshae Isles)
(Step)Brothers: Danyl & Treanton Cresentmoon (full blooded Wood Elf identical twins)
Birthplace: A farm on the outskirts of Relkaths Foot,in the Yuirwood
Distinguishing Features:
In regards to what Luys “looks like” and sounds like when he speaks, think a circa 1974-1976 Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull with the following physical traits:
He has a long beard that ends at about the middle of his chest, it’s braided in a very dwarf-like fashion and also features the same type of beads as his hair.
Both of his pointed ears (a bit more pointed then usual for a half elf) are pierced multiple times (4 in the left ear and 5 in the right) with oak and maple wood, moss agate, and petrified wood rings.
The lobes of both ears are stretched with a small, hallow, maple wood plug and a single rough carved deep red and purple tourmaline ring through each plug.
The top ring on his left ear has a small silver sword dangling from it, And the second ring on his right ear has a small mushroom carved from blue goldstone hanging from it.
The space between his eyes on the bridge of his nose is also pierced with a small shard of the same red and purple tourmaline that the rings going through the plugs in his ears are made from.
He has two red, blue, and purple hued outlines of lightning bolts pointing diagonally (top side pointing out) tattooed on either side of his neck, inside the lightning bolt on the left side of his neck is an image of a sunset on the bottom and the moon and stars on the top and inside the right an image e of a sun rise on the top and a blue sky, the sun and trees on the bottom.
<>the lightning bolts look like Grateful Dead lightning bolts, If you don’t know what those look like, it’s a diagonal right facing lightning bolt with 13 points on the outside of it<>
On his coat, three pins, one one each side of his collar, A symbol of Chauntea on the left, a symbol Rillafane Rallathil on the right, and on the right side of the chest a upward pointing pentagram made of silver.
Demeanor: Luys is very outspoken and says whats on his mind ( a trait that he gets from his mother and that usually gets him into trouble), He is also very suspicious of thayans seeing them all as demon worshipping , weave wasting murderers and basically the scum of faerun. He can also be seen as borderline if not just about fully insane and rarely thinks before he acts (something he is working on very hard to change). He angers quickly if anyone says anything he feels is disrespectful or derogatory about his family especially his two dead parents. He's quite easy to get along with and is somewhat anti social at the same time.
Patron Deity: Mystra, though he also pays homage to Eilistraee, Chauntea, Rillafane Rallathil, Gond and Deneir.
Luys Crescentmoon was born on the outskirts of Relkath's Foot in the Yuirwood and grew tending his parents farm. At the age of three his mother began introducing him to magic and by the age of five she began teaching him the rudiments of learning Art. On his eighth birthday Luys and his mother were returning from a walk to gather spell components when they came upon a small dragon lying on the side of the road.
They carried the injured little hatchling dragon home and nursed it back to health. The little drake had a strong tendency for mischief and led Luys on some wild adventures prompting Luys mother to name the pseudodragon, Vhid, the draconic word for chaos.
For the next ten years, Luys studied the Art his mother taught him, worked on the farm, wandered the woods with his father and got into a few youthful misadventures with Vhid and his older twin brothers, Danyl (who had a keen interest in all things of nature and a fledgling druid in his own right) and Trenton (who trained as a woodsman with their father).
Nearing the end of his eighteenth year, Luys and his mother were confronted by a bald, tattooed man in splendid red robes laced with gold thread on their return from a spell component gathering trip. The man and his mother had a heated conversation a short distance from Luys regarding an ancient artifact or place Luys' mother had knowledge of. Before the man departed, Luys overhead the red-robed man threatening his mother and family with the wrath of the Red Wizards.
A month later they were confronted by three bald, tattooed individuals in red robes, led by the man who had before confronted them. This time there was one grim-faced tattooed warrior bearing a long red jagged scar on his face and neck wielding a shield and blade and two foul gaunt grayish green-skinned creatures with long tails ending in sharp barbs with him. The two foul creatures leapt at Luys’ mother and she unleashed her most powerful magic, slaying both of the foul creatures and one of the red-robed individuals but not before being wounded by the creature's unnatural stings. Sorely wounded by Luys'¢ mother, the man who had threatened them chanted a few words in draconic and the three disappeared leaving the body of their fallen comrade with them in haste. Luys’ mother collapsed, the surface of her skin burned and she lost consciousness. Luys ran carrying her through the woods to the circle of stones who knew was frequented by druids, but he arrived too late. Knowing that as a follower of Chauntea his mother would not wished to be returned from the dead without great cause. Luys, his brothers and father solemnly buried, Slyph, near the circle of stones. Luys never forgot the smug look on the Red Wizards face as he disappeared and his hatred towards foul creatures from other planes burns still.
Three days later Luys' father, in anger, set out to find the Red Wizards who murdered his wife. He found a journal on the fallen Red Wizard that hinted their next destination was the Silver Marches. Gathering a few bags from Sylph's laboratory he set off deeper into the Yuirwood. For a year and half, Luys and his brothers tended the farm with no word from their father.
Around his twentieth birthday, Luys and his brothers could wait no longer, they gathered their things and gave the farm over to a family friend, setting out on the path they suspected their father took. Deep in the Yuirwood was a slender silver circle laid in the ground almost five feet in diameter with a small menhir with runes etched into it set in the center. It was a place that their father had taken them each to on more than one occasion and Luys had suspected it was magical since he broke his favorite dagger trying to etch his name into the circle at Vhid's urging.
When they arrived at the spot, his brother Treanton noticed a rangers mark on a nearby tree. The carved symbols indicated, path, vengeance, private, dig and then had below it the names of the three brothers carved in elven. The three brothers dug finding a small sack holding a mixture of gem dust and simple instructions: spread across the rune stone and follow carefully.
Luys wasted no time in hurling the dust over the stone and as the first of the dust touched it everything became still. The gem dust floating in the air began to swirl around them, then a wave of prismatic color emanated inward from the silver circle and they found themselves huddled on a rain-slick stone platform in a clearly different forest.
Their father took time to leave them clues along the way and soon they discovered they were in fact in or near the Silver Marches traveling through the woods there. Luys could not but help to learn the ways of the wilds from his two older brothers and Trenton insisted he learn to defend himself with more effective weaponry than the dagger Luys wore at his belt training him tirelessly. They followed their fathers clues to a small trading town where they managed to learn of two red-robed men, an intimidating tattooed heavily armored man gathering up a few local thugs with the promise of coin and setting out to Waterdeep talking quietly about Undermountain. They also learned that two weeks later, a wood elf dressed for the wilds matching the description of their father set off after them.
The trio set out for Waterdeep traveling quickly. In their haste they neglected to cover their tracks and they were set upon by what seemed as bandits in the middle of the night. But these were no ordinary bandits; they were a pack of lycanthropes devoted to Malar. As his brothers fell, Luys felt a claw slash into the side of his head, rending his hood and stumbled backwards against the ferocious hybrid he fought grabbing as he did the wooden symbol from around its neck ripping it free of the leather cord as he hit the ground. As unconsciousness swept over Luys his opponent moved in to finish the prone figure. As if in a dream, Luys heard a horn sound softly and then a crushing weight pressed down on him. As the last breath of his opponent breathed upon Luys face, the weight was rolled off of him. Almost unconscious his blurred vision made out a stunning sight, standing before him unclad with flowing white hair and holding a sliver bastard sword was a drow maiden.
Awaking a day later, wounds bandaged, camouflaged safely under a layer of moss and wrapped in his winter blanket, Luys saw no trace of any battle nor was he even in the same place that he was before. The wooden symbol was gripped tightly in his hands and what he could remember of the battle against the lycanthropes burned in hi s mind. He searched for days for his brothers, wandering the woods until he was nearly lost. He emerged from the wood near exhaustion searching day and night not stopping to hunt. Luys dragged his tired body to a large manor home where he was taken in. The manor was decorated with instruments and music seemed to be playing continuously. Desperate to find some clue to his brother's or father's whereabouts and hoping to pick up the trail of his mothers killers Luys spoke to everyone the frequent and seemingly knowledgeable group of musically gifted individuals that passed by. It took Luys several days to discover that the large manor was a bardic school.
Luys spent days thumbing through the texts therein hoping for information on the symbol he had found or his vision on the unclad drow maiden he had encountered. He discovered the symbol belonged to Malar and the maiden he had seen fit with an obscure goddess mentioned as Elistraee although he could not find any other information. Could it have been a vision or perhaps a command? His mind spent a great deal of time pondering it and he began praying to the vision of the drow woman in his mind attaching the word Elistraee to it. During this time Luys perused the schools texts on both foul outer planar creatures and lycanthropes gaining a great deal of understanding about how to track, identify, and combat them learning the various motivations that would drive them. In exchange for perusing the collection, Luys had to spend time learning to sing, dance and play the lute, which he began to reluctantly enjoy.
One day a bard wandered in having traveled from Waterdeep, as Luys questioned her she did recall seeing a hooded man traveling with a fierce looking stiff-neck with a long jagged red scar down his face and throat. She said she had overheard them speaking of being assigned to support Thayan efforts in the Moonsea region. That was about a month prior to her traveling to the makeshift bard school. Luys quickly packed his things thanked everyone there and found the first caravan headed to the Dalelands. The last caravan he was on dropped him outside the dwarven excavation near the ruins of Myth Drannor in Cormanthor and would take him no further due to Vhid's frequent mischief.
