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Luas Mestril is Born in humble familly In The City of Sutica.

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It can seems strange to meet a crossbreed between a Heartlander and a Highlander in one of the most peaceful cities of Arcas. However, Her Mother, As strong as she was, Couldn’t resist to the charm of his father, who, behind the pride and the swaggering of his 25, was a wise and sensible man (and not THAT ugly).

Together working their lives as mercenaries, They setteled in The City of Sutica, Capital of the Free State of Sutica, after the Birth of Luas; trying to give an exemple of stability for him and his sister, Nias, who begined to turn 5.

 

As a child, Nias was calm and peaceful, at the opposite of Luas who was only stopping running and mess around for dinner and bedtime.

 

The adventure of Luas begin when he was in age to study. Due to his exentric and energic caracter, Luas was torn by solitary for longs years to come, rejected by many of his pairs.

In fact, despite the great efforts of his parents, they remained one of the poorest famillies of the town, wich haven’t helped Luas to socialize and be accepted by the others students. 

 

At 16, Luas, the aventure’s dreamer and affraid of nothing, begined to light up some wallets with his new friends who were raised in the same conditions of him, isolation, descrimination and violence just helped to erase social and religious taboos. The most remarquable fact of his adolescence was when, in search of fun with his friends, he has the great idea to trow a water bucket on the head of the winning Elmoran award of the year.

 

He quit school at 18 and, despite his poor ability in endurance and strength , remains one of the smartest brain and most agile person of the city.

 

At 21, he’s seen as a thin and tall young man (1m83 for 80kg), he have a beauty that he seems not aware of, wich give him an aura that, ironically, doesn’t make him succesful along the womens, who perceive it as a dark wild twisted inaccessible person, despite all his efforts. Meeting poor sucess due to his inability to follow a scheme and his constent desire for improvisation and liberty, he want to leave and explore the world like all of his friends did, in search of aventure, liberty, wealth, art, poetry, and simply beauty that gives breath to a man’s life.

 

So a morning, without any plans, he decides to go. He takes his old yellowish lin’s shirt, his leather jacket and pants, his used red cape and the pannier of his dad, and hit the road is search of the maidens of WinterLeaf or the Forest of Yaltaw.

(I’m so sorry for the grammar and the orthograph, I’m French, so please apologies for my bad english)