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[Kesmi]

Name: Owaen
Stage: Prentice
Race: Lightening
Gender: Male
3 Base Traits: Friendly, gentlemanly, prickly
Personality:
Friendly - Owaen can be one of the most friendly of people you can come across. With his want to see people happy and enjoying life, he's happily give some things away free if it brought joy in the end. But his friendliness can only stretch so far. He has a real problem with getting burned if he extends a hand to the wrong people. Those that take his kindness and friendliness as a weakness and try to reap more rewards then others.

Gentlemanly - Owaen also has a gentlemanly personality, always towards the ladies. It won't matter if he's in his establishment or out on the streets. Helping those older then himself with carrying things or even just a young girl who is lost. Just an overly kind and generous guy who wants to better the world around him in anyways he can. (Stage 2 Trait)

Prickly - But all these are well and good, Owaen has a prickly side, where he is much like a cactus when something has him in a mood. Could be anything from someone trying to start a bar fight to people beating up another without cause. These can ware on him to the point he becomes someone you don't really want to be around. Even with his slim build, he has been known to break a glass in his hand. Also in this state, he has no qualms with tossing people out of his bar.

Rough and Tumble - Given to his past, his lack of a stable mother figure, growing up with just a male parental figure. Owaen can get a little rough and loud. In his youth he got into a few fights with others, kids mostly. Picked up a bad habit or two from the local street kids.

Stand Alone - While he did grow up around many others, tangling with some one the streets, Owaen has taken on a stand alone temperament. When it comes down to fighting, either shouting matches or straight up brawls, Owaen would do things on his own. Sometimes he can be a really stubborn soul when it comes to a fight where the odds are against him.


Description: Tall for an earthling nearly reaching the limit at a 5'5" tall, Owaen has a somewhat slender build, but is no weakling by far. With that fiery orange hair with small braid behind his right ear. His eyes almost an amethyst color. Owaen always has that kind looking face, that can turn to one of a nightmare when someone starts a fight in his establishment. He has a few small crystals along the side of his face almost like freckles, more down his spine.
Clothing: Light tan collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. a light-ish brown vest over that, have to look decent for work right? Simple black pants and boots that come up mid-calf.
Accessories: Only really a feather charm that is attached to his braid.  

[Kesmi]

Belrea, with all its splendor. It's greatness in advancing technology, the buildings that grow ever larger towards the skies. Deep in the darkness of the back alleyways and dead ends, small feet slap the hard packed ground as small street urchins rummage for things. Most wearing semi decent clothing, but still sporting holes in the knees of their pants or their shirts being too big for their thin frames. One street urchin, his head capped with a mop or fiery orange hair scampered from one shadow to another. His dark purple eyes watching those on the streets walk with all their finery. He was jealous of them, jealous of them all and the world that had lead him to this pit.

The lad's life hadn't started out the greatest. He was the first born to a young lightening couple. His mother loved him from the day he was birthed, it was his father that had denounced that they were not ready for a child, nor did he personally want it. They didn't have the money to raise the child and he demanded her to get rid of it. His mother however didn't want to just turn her newborn out into the cold so soon. It was one night when his father was passed out in the kitchen, a glass in hand.

"Come one my little one." his mother whispered as she picked up the swaddling from his crib and wrapped him in a warm blanket. Fearing her husband would kill her son, "This home is no longer safe for you."

The night was cold and the rain poured in buckets to the ground. No one was out, not even the lamps lite. The rain kept everyone inside, where his mother wished they could have lived together. To be a family was something she had hoped, but now it was being torn away. What was the use of having a child to just get rid of it? She could only shake her head as she swiftly made her away from their home.

Weaving her way through the streets at the late hour, rain making it hard to see. The woman didn't know just where she was going, the lamps giving very little light in the storm.

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Years passed and Owaen was darting in and out of the shadows like the rest, his purple gaze watching those who could own finer things. He hated them and like his group, lifted coin and things they thought of value from them. When they weren't caught that is, It was one day, Owaen stalked after a sharply looking Lightening. With his fine shirt and pants, there was a silver chain hanging out one pocket of a vest. He wanted that chain and whatever laid on the end of it. Shouldn't have been too hard to lift, right? Owaen was about to learn a hard lesson.

Owaen watched this Lighting fellow for days, planning out how he was going to lift the silver chain and its contents from him. The leader's words rolling through his head, 'Don't come back without something or you don't eat.' Owaen hadn't eaten in days. His stomach growled loudly, he feared his target would hear. In and out of the shadows he went, darting into an alley as the Fellow turned and looked behind him as if he heard something. Waiting a moment, Owaen peered out again to follow the man. He seemed to be heading towards a stout building with a sign read 'Averin's Roost'.

'Sorry for the wait Lynom, had a couple errands to run before opening.' the words drifting across the street as the Lightening greeted a youthful Gaien lad. He too was finely dressed, this made Owaen shiver with jealousy.

'Don't worry about it Mick,' Lynom answered as he followed Mick inside. 'Seems you have a tail today'

"Oh, I know, seen him a couple times, but don't let him hear. Come on, time to set up and open." Mick pulled Lynom into the building and out of sight.

Now was his chance, he could sneak into this place as easily as a Averin. Skipping over to the side of the building, the door was left open to expose the dark inside to the air. There was a musty smell, one of alcohol and sweat. There was also the smell of a firepit, as one laid in the center surrounded by toothed stones to keep the fire from escaping. The two men moved around the inside pulling chairs off tables and placing bottles along the shelves behind a large hardwood counter. Edging around the walls, Owaen's gaze was on Mick who was pulling large mugs and tankards from cabinets.

'Almost there', Owaen thought before hands landed on his shoulders almost shoving him to the ground, he was caught.

"Well, what have we got here?" Lynom said with a chuckle as Owaen pulled away from the Gaien and turned around quickly. "Easy now, you look like you've seen better days."

"I ain' lifted nothing from ya!" Owaen shouted, his eyes large.

"No one said you did." Lynom laughed as Mick leaned against the counter.

"Then why sneak up on like ya do?" He accused, trying to watch both.

"Just wondered why a young kid like yourself was running around the streets without a mother or father around." Mick spoke, casually, trying to not be threatening.

"Ain' got one, don' need one." was Owaen's answer. "Sides, they no want me in first place. Gotta steal to eat, gotta eat to live."

Mick and Lynom looked at each other, Mick shook his head. He was always trying to help those on the streets, but sometimes it didn't help much. Now here was a young lad in his bar, smart as he was and crafty, but not as much as he had liked. No, Owaen had taken the bait to enter the tavern, to try and steal something from Mick.

"No folk huh? Sounds rough." Lynom said moving away towards a door behind the counter. "I'll get the fire going."

"Good, throw a couple salted skewers on when its blazing." Mick called back as he watched Owaen.

"Whatcha gonna do with me now? Call someon' to get me?" Fear in his voice, Owaen had heard talk of what happens to urchins who get caught. They go to homes where they are beat worse then on the streets. Some tell of them killing kids and selling their meat like beasts. Or worse... Shaking his head, long fiery bangs hiding his face, the only sound that rang through the room was laughter from Mick.

"You're a smart kid, but no, I'm not going to call anyone. Better, you're going to work for me." Mick pointed out as Lynom came from the back with a plate with food, Owaen's gaze followed the plate.  

[Kesmi]

Name: Owaen
Stage: Youngling
Race: Lightening
Gender: Boy
3 Base Traits: Friendly, Judgemental, prickly
Personality:

Owaen has a prickly side, where he is much like a cactus when something has him in a mood. Could be anything from someone trying to start a bar fight to people beating up another without cause. These can ware on him to the point he becomes someone you don't really want to be around.

Description: With that fiery orange hair with small braid behind his right ear. His eyes almost an amethyst color.
Clothing:Light tan collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. a light-ish brown vest over that, have to look decent for work right? Simple black pants and boots that come up mid-calf.
Accessories: Only really a feather charm that is attached to his braid.
History:Belrea, with all its splendor. It's greatness in advancing technology, the buildings that grow ever larger towards the skies. Deep in the darkness of the back alleyways and dead ends, small feet slap the hard packed ground as small street urchins rummage for things. Most wearing semi decent clothing, but still sporting holes in the knees of their pants or their shirts being too big for their thin frames. One street urchin, his head capped with a mop or fiery orange hair scampered from one shadow to another. His dark purple eyes watching those on the streets walk with all their finery. He was jealous of them, jealous of them all and the world that had lead him to this pit.

The lad's life hadn't started out the greatest. He was the first born to a young lightening couple. His mother loved him from the day he was birthed, it was his father that had denounced that they were not ready for a child. They didn't have the money to raise the child and he demanded her to get rid of it. His mother however didn't want to just turn her newborn out into the cold so soon. It was one night when his father was passed out in the kitchen, a glass in hand.

"Come one my little one." his mother whispered as she picked up the swaddling from his crib and wrapped him in a warm blanket. Fearing her husband would kill her son, "This home is no longer safe for you."

The night was cold and the rain poured in buckets to the ground. No one was out, not even the lamps lite. The rain kept everyone inside, where his mother wished they could have stayed. Blocks away from where she lived, the lad's mother gave him on last hug before leaving him on a sheltered pile of rubbish. She didn't know who would take care of him, she feared someone refusing or worse. No, she left her child with the rubbish on that cold and rainy night to hopefully survive, some how, on his own.

It wasn't long after the rain ended did his cold cries draw out a couple younglings, clothed in rags. Their large eyes watched as the blanket moved before moving closer. Behind them, an older youth stepped from the shadows. His light colored gaze laid on the bundle.

"Just lovely, another one." The youth growled as he turned away from the swaddling the two younglings, both girls watched the older in horror.

"We can't leave it here." said one as the other nodded.

"And I'm not putting up with another brat to feed. Food is scarce as it is." The youth shouted that made the girls shrink away. He was always shouting at them, at all of them. "Fine, grab the brat and come on." He said finally.

The girls gave a grin before taking hold of the bundled lad and followed their leader into the shadows. It was here he lived and grew. The girls that rescued him gave the lad the name of Owaen. The leader of the group always watched the young Lightening with a glare as if he had something the leader didn't.