Tirbrin: Lasval

Lasval, The Storm Caller

In the center of a pond, west of the Zelmaria Woods, there was a howl, followed by the roar of a brewed storm. Lasval was the eye of that storm, but he didn't call it to destroy but to save a tree village from a Haxhand Garron raid. After his emergence, and his display of heroics, he was praised by the grateful villagers and called him their Storm God. However, Lasval was just as humble and refused any and all offerings or sacrifices that were given. While the village's hospitality was appreciated, Lasval departed shortly after his arrival. With his new ally that was responsible for his awakening, they left the forest and journeyed farther west in hopes to find other tirbrins.

Lasval is a spiritual creature that has a deep connection with the affinity of electrified aura. Not only does he have a strong lightning attribute, but possesses the skills of telekinetic influence. He can also perform other abilities such as producing a thick white mist from his lush glowing tails, project an astral entity to access places he can not reach on his own, and can even sense the aura that flows in other living beings.

Physically, he is a very agile and lean creature, despite standing at nearly 16 feet.

One interesting fact of Lasval is that despite his amazing qualities that make him seem almost god-like he is completely blind, he realize primarily on his other senses such as smell and sound, but can also use his unique ability of “aura reading” to identify and recognize those around him.

Lasval behaves much like a well disciplined monk. He is very well acquainted with art of meditation. Hardly is he ever agitated, stressed, or even annoyed and easily seemed quiet and relaxed. When in battle, much like the lightning storms he orchestrates with the multiple orbs that weightlessly surround his neck, his attacks are precise, instantaneous, and unpredictable.

However, while lightning is his greatest weapon, it requires a conduit. If his orbs are ever out of alignment, unsymmetrical, or damaged, he can no longer channel his electric aura until a proper medium can replace them.

 And because he is so nimble he has a fragile body structure, easily susceptible to heavy blows especially to the legs and narrow torso. Some of his favorite pass times consists of meditation, basking in the morning mists, and indulging in the merriment of whimsical music of any cultural descadency.