Legends of Belariath

Maison Sturm

Description:Maison stands at about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and is not unhealthy looking by any definition. His lithe body is covered by a fine coating of light brown fur, which seems to shine slightly in the sunlight. His tail is long, thin, and slightly darker than the rest of his body. It seems to be constantly moving, with a mind of it's own, whether it is for balance or just idle curling. His eyes are a deep blue, soft and understanding, constantly watching his surroundings with his ever-curious nature. His chest is not bare of muscles, but his are not bulging. He does not look to be strong but he obviously keeps in shape. As eyes will drift lower, a large bulge is prominent in his thin cloth pants. His legs are long, thin, and toned, moving with a calculated accuracy at all times. About his torso he wears a maroon-colored silk shirt, shining in places with the light of his surroundings. His pants are plain and white, made of a simple cloth, descending to his ankles where they stop above his feet. His light brown feet are bare and calloused on their bottoms, yet they move silently and softly along all surfaces. About his whole form he is covered by a spider-silk cloak, clasped at the neck with a tilted blue tear-drop, the cloak reaches to his knees, flurrying in the wind behind him as he moves.

History:Maison was born in a far-off kingdom of cat people. His parents, the rulers, pampered him from the day he was born. Throughout the kingdom there was rejoicing and celebration, for the leaders finally had a rightful heir to the throne. Young Maison lived a happy, but sheltered life, his parents grooming him to lead their kingdom one day and in turn sheltering him from the outside world of peasants.

As he reached his teenage years he began to take in more of what was really going on, becoming discouraged at his own ignorance, he ran from his home one day, dressed in clothes he had stolen from one of the castle servants, he made way for the true kingdom, the kingdom of peasants. What he saw was not comforting to the young man, he witnessed the suffering and horrors of life for the peasantry. Women getting raped, children getting beaten, people starving. He decided that with his parents in control he could do nothing about the plight of his peoples.

He knew that if his parents found out what he had done they would most likely expel him from the kingdom, for they were grooming him to be the naive, ignorant ruler of this kingdom so that he could uphold their family name and with it their riches, not one so sensitive that he would give in to the demands of mere peasants. He decided to leave this forsaken land he called home, he ran for weeks, stopping only for food and drink, eventually coming upon a lone cabin in the woods.

He approached the cabin cautiously as one of his nature would, as he knocked politely on the door a tall elven woman came, of blue hair and bluer eyes. He was amazed that such a creature existed and followed her when she summoned him into her home. At this point in his short life, Maison was still a virgin, of mind and body. But the woman was the epitomy of beauty and even he, with his training to be abstinent, could not resist her charms. After their long, sweaty night, he spoke to her, inquiring as to what exactly she was. She explained to him that she was a Elemental Mage of Water, and that if he did not truly understand, she could teach him some of her simpler magic.

Maison agreed, training with the woman for a short month, learning the basics of magic, his mind grew with her teachings, expanding his knowledge of the world itself as she not only taught him of magic, but of sex and life. The women also ventured so far as to teach him the basics of elvish, though he is not very smooth while speaking it. After the month he confessed to her that he must move on to someplace more civilized, populated. He left the woman, making down his path through the woods, eventually coming upon Nanthalion, and the inn..."

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