“His scars tell a story.
They are a reminder of times when life tried to break him, but failed.
They are markings of where the structure of his character was welded.”



“Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.
The beast in me is sleeping, not dead.”


Full name: Camthorn Rotherham Lockheart
Race: Half-human, half-elf; appears human
Age: Timeless; Over 1,000, looks 30
Hair: Curly blond and always pulled back
Eyes: Honey brown
Height: 6’0
Body type: Muscular/fit
Relationship status: Single and ready to get nervous around anyone he finds attractive
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Abilities

Magic type: Fire, Earth
Sword skill rank: Expert/Professional
Hand-to-hand combat rank: Expert
Ranged combat rank: Beginner
Class: Warrior, Mage
Skills: Excels at sword fighting


Personality

WIP

Likes: Booze, sleeping, fighting, eating, horse riding, dogs
Dislikes: Injustice, unfairness, betrayal, cruelty, evil
Favorite pastime activities: Playing with his dog, improving his fighting skills, spending time with others
Favorite food/drink: Meat and whiskey
Personality summary: Very friendly and kind, but isn’t afraid of a fight and is very protective of the weak



“How we walk with the broken speaks louder than how we sit with the great.”


Before Revaliir

Having been born in the Lockheart family, Camthorn knows and understands why his two elder sisters wanted to leave long before he was ever born. However, his parents were far more strict and cruel with him since he was their first and only son, the only one of their children that could pass on the Lockheart name. But they were more controlling as well, since his sisters ran away. They would take no chances of losing him as well.

As a child, Camthorn was very obedient. He was highly fearful of his parents, as well as the responsibility of becoming the head of the Lockheart estate, but he had the habit of looking at the brighter side of things. He did as they asked, without daring to question them. But as he got older, he began to realize how much he hated being a noble. This was not because of the responsibility that he would be given, but because of the way his family treated the commoners and peasants.

They looked down on them, treated them like the scum of the earth. While the nobles were enjoying their large meals, drinking fine wine and throwing parties, others were suffering on the streets.

So, when Camthorn became a man, he began using his power as a noble to help the poor and weak. He would go to neighboring towns and villages, offering fine food and drinks to those who could not afford to buy their own, offering shelter to those without homes, and finding the finest healers for those who were ill. He would even offer training for the young ones so that they could help protect those dear to them, and other times he would beg the farmers, shop owners, blacksmiths, anyone with a job, to teach him their ways. He worked alongside them, enjoying soiling his noble hands with dirt and grime. Spending time with those “below” him was something he highly took pleasure in. He made many friends, and even helped other neighboring nobles with softer hearts to learn to love the commoners.

But his parents were not pleased with his good deeds. They claimed he was dragging their good name in the mud, soiling it with the filth of the commoners. And so, like his eldest sister, Serala, he was disowned and thrown out of the house.

But Camthorn was by no means angered, nor did he feel as if he was treated unfairly. He never regretted helping the poor and weak, and used his disownment as an opportunity to continue helping as he journeyed across the lands.