Lazlor Kinmen- PC for the new campaign “Weights & Scales”

Character Name: Lazlor Kinmen

Age: ~19

Height: 5’9”

Player: wouldn’t you like to know

Character Class: Paladin/Warlock

Relationships:

Brother- Zendalyn Kinmen

Parents- Unknown

Surrogate Parental Figure: Hoffa Nolan

Lazlor’s first solid memory is sitting on the beach in Torjibad alongside his brother, Zendalyn.  There are wisps of memories.  Images of his mother’s face and times on a sailboat, but he doesn’t remember anything solid before that moment.  Waterlogged and disoriented, the two brothers were mere children as they sat alone on the beach.  A young dwarven merchant came upon the two boys and did not know what to make of them.  Even a man as well travelled as he was had never met 5-year-old, dragonborn children. 

Even at 5, Zendalyn stood almost eye to eye with their new, stout, bearded rescuer.  The little dragon puffed out his chest and gave Hoffa an undeveloped roar.  Hoffa took an immediate liking to the boy, but it was the bronze skinned, brooding child that stood out to him. Hoffa seemed to understand the dour youth.  There was a sadness behind those fiery eyes.  It drew Hoffa in and made him want to protect the child from the world.  So, he took them under his wing.  They spent some time in Torjibad attempting to find any information on who the boy’s parents were.  There was no information to be had.  They simply seemed to be a couple of strays that washed up. Hoffa knew that there wasn’t much he could do for the two, but he knew who could.  So, they joined his caravan and they proceeded to their next stop, Respland and The Temple of The Divine Light. 

The temple was known to care for orphans.  Hoffa also knew that some of the wisest individuals in all of Kul De’Has resided there. While his crew set up shop outside the gates, Hoffa took the children in to see The Elders of the order.  After a conversation, High Protector Aleister Zahn was summoned to the cathedral.  Although blind, Aleister seemed to look the two children up down and through.  When he reached Lazlor, he seemed to pause and consider what he was receiving.  When he resumed, he simply uttered, “Hmm.”  He then crouched down so that he would be at the same eye level as the children and spoke.  “I can offer you a home here.  A roof over your head and food in your belly.  I can teach you the world of books and knowledge and grow your back sturdy and your arm strong.  These things are not mine to give, they are gifts from The Divine Light themselves.  Aoalani sees in you great things and it will be up to you if your deeds will bring her glorious light into the world or if you will shroud it in a greater darkness.  Who knows which, but perhaps we can find out together.” With that he touched each boy on the shoulder and proceeded out of the cathedral.

The brothers were given quarters.  A room of their own.  They were clothed and fed and began their teachings at the temple.  After a week or so, Hoffa came to find them.  He said he had to leave, but he would return on his trade route in a few seasons.  Over the years he kept in touch, and it was always a great surprise when the trade roads brought Hoffa in for another visit.  Eventually his visits became fewer and further between.  When the brothers were in their teens, Hoffa came to them, he told the boys of his new shop that he had opened in the big city of Galvaine.  He needed to spend more time there to build it up and get it ship shape.  He looked up at the two young men that although he would not be able to come see them as often as he would like, if they ever traveled east, they could always find a place under his roof in the big city.

Growing up, most assumed Zendalyn was the older of the two, but neither are quite sure if that is the case.  The sole basis for this assumption is size alone.  Zendalyn towers over his brother at 6’5”. Whereas Lazlor is a mere 5’9”. 

It is not just size alone that makes Zendalyn stand out, but their personality and appearance as well.  Dragonborn’s are an exotic race for the continent of Kul De’Has.  Dragons are mythical creatures and with that comes an element of mystique, worship and sometimes distrust and fear.  Zendalyn commands a certain level of awe, their appearance presents as more of a traditional Blue Dragonborn.  Lazlor was not as fortunate.  His genetics granted him a more humanoid appearance with interspersed features of that of a Bronze Dragonborn.  Unlike his brother, Lazlor has humanoid feet and body. No tail to speak of.  However, his skin has a bronze sheen to it with a reptilian texture with scales on his feet, hands, back and neck.  He also possesses a rigid brow line.  It is his eyes, though, that are the most pronounced.  A fiery, red, reptilian gaze that many find surprising and sometimes, unsettling.  Due to his inconsistent dragonborn features, Lazlor does not receive the same response to his presence that his brother enjoys.  As a result, Lazlor tends to try and camouflage his lineage.  His gloves cover the scales and claws upon his hands.  His boots provide the same disguise for his feet.  And upon his neck, Lazlor chooses to wear the same scarf that many wear to protect them from the sun, however, he opts to wear it on a more consistent basis.   His hair is also a sight to be held.  Heavy, black curls frame his prominent features. Mostly he lets them fall and drape across his shoulders.  When the need presents itself, Lazlor has been known to tie back the mass of bouncing blackness and raise his mighty morning-staff.

Both brothers do well within the order, however Lazlor seems to struggle with the spiritual side of the teachings.  Finding more of a home under the guidance of Lemick, the combat instructor.  Going so far as to wield the same style of weapon Lemick chooses to.  The two have been known to drill in the combat ring for hours upon end.  The pairing was a suggestion of the High Protector himself.  Who felt that Lemick’s gentle and compassionate demeanor would be a great influence on the strong-willed boy.   

With their adolescence coming to a close, it is about time for the brothers to make their decision.  Are they to join The Order as a full-fledged initiate, or part ways with the temple and begin their life anew.  What choice will they make?  Well in the words of Aleister Zahn, “Perhaps we can find out together.”