Exalted: Shadow and Steel - Interest Thread

[Red Mage Black]

Originally Posted by Krylo

Blind exists. It's diminished sense at six points:

Wow, how in the name of (Unconquered Sun/Luna/Maidens/Neverborn/Yozi) did I miss that? Guess it's time to call it quits for early morning character building. Anyway, thanks for pointing it out, Krylo. I really mean it.

Major Edit: Right then, finally finished it after working on the details all day, which I'll admit there WERE a few distractions. ANYWAY...

MotivationSince he was born blind, his father, also a Sidereal, would tell him of the stories he had read of the Solar Exalts and their unending heroism throughout the Primordial War and the First Age. However, the stories of how they fell, how they were betrayed was truly heart wrenching. If these were heroes of the people, as glorious as they were, then why would people want to seal them away? That was something he didn't understand. It wasn't until years later, years after his father had passed and his Exaltation that he had found out one fundamental thing. While it was people of his same Exalt and caste that sealed them away, there were still Sidereals that wanted them to return. While not the exact same goal as the Gold Faction, he truly believed that the Solars could be heroes once again, if they just got the chance to prove themselves once more. That people big and small would stop fighting and peace would reign. A childish thing yes, but something he still clings to this day.

Flaws, Merits, Personal History and Exaltation. Not too great, but better then any other ideas I had. Things always sound better in your mind.
Blind: Lazerus was born this way, always in the dark(metaphorically speaking) about what things always looked like. His curiosity always supersedes him however when it comes to touching things and if he isn't careful, even tasting them.

Vibration Sense: This didn't come until after Exaltation. It helped him discover something important and save lives. He was scared of it at first, when he couldn't tell what was happening, but he learned to focus on his during the event.

Heirloom: This wasn't from his father, but his mother. It always felt strangely warm on his ring finger. He could tell it wasn't a wedding band, but from what he was told, it was a ring his grandfather always use to wear. At this moment in time, he can't tell if it's magical and hasn't been able to find out the fate attached to it.

A few days after the death of both his parents, he was sent off to live with a friend of his parents. The woman ran a group home for orphaned children like himself. No matter how many times he asked, she would not answer the one question he wanted to know, "What happened to my parents?" She regarded him with quiet respect, even as the other children refused to play with him. He had his own things he wanted to learn, so he hung around the caretaker more, gaining what knowledge she would share.

That fateful vision came to him several times over the years that would follow during his time at the group home. He was standing at the foot of the orphanage and a fire was burning off in the kitchen and spreading quickly, he could smell the smoke. Someone was in there crying. A child? A woman? The cries were never that clear. Even as he grew old enough to leave on his own, he stayed at the group home, helping out with the children the best he could. Entertaining them with epic stories of 'The Heroes of The Sun'. He would always end it before he got to the part where 'One of the Heroes of Heaven betrayed the group out of the spite in his heart'. The 'Blind Storyteller' the kids would call him.

The event came to pass during Calibration. Where some local thaumaturges had gotten too confident for their own good and summoned a First Circle Demon. It swept through the village, taking it's anger out on some buildings. The caretaker was stoking a fire to help warm up the group home when it smashed into the building, bowling over the burning wood. Before he awoke, the vision hit him again, but this time it threw him off the bed. As he got up, he felt around and heard the shouting. With a fire in the building, everyone had to get out. As he ushered everyone out of the group home, he stood there, facing the door. There it was again, the crying. Only now, now he knew where it was coming from. It confusing him though, every sound he heard, it was almost as if it was right next to him. Not to mention the ground, he could feel strong vibrations and if he tried focusing enough, he would find whatever was making them happen. As he ran inside to find it, he could feel them getting stronger. It wasn't until the caretaker almost ran into him, clothing singed, that he knew things were coming true. "I saw this. I saw this happening. I didn't know when it would happen." He would tell her as they went out. "I knew it. I was just hoping that thing wasn't going to come as close as it did." That only peaked his interest as he placed a finger on his forehead, the caste mark was burning before, but it was slowly cooling down.

After that day, she promised to bring him where he needed to go. Yu-Shan, home of the Celestial Bureaucracy and Bureau of Heaven.