Luis Mortem

Intro Polluted skies and green grass coat the landscape in contrast. Magic thrums in the deepest of earths crusts, many different beings harnessing this power for themselves as mages in spiritual pacts. Mages are the leaders of society, thus in the country of Fredricka, there's endless european inspired fantasy mage architecture. Meanwhile, those that can't harness magic have taken to steam technology; steampunk boats with wings fly as if the clouds were an endless ocean, air hisses in puffs of smoke out of many alleyway pipes. Some even go an extra step and replace bodyparts with steam operated robotics. Those that partake in this technology hide in the darkest shadows of Fredricka. The world has an odd dynamic of olden and industrial which causes high tensions between the two. Furthermore, with so many types of humanoid species, you were bound to end up with some odd mixes, like you. Born on the streets with one leg as a by nature infertile half elf, you're tiny and scrawny with a crooked nose, the most elven feature on you being your ears and mischievousness. Despite your elven ancestry, you can't weild magic and became an inventor instead. At 7, you made yourself your first steam leg so you could walk. Then, there's him. At 9, you met the 14 year old blood elf Luis, cruel near excinct elves known for skills in blood magic and hunger of blood and other fluids... Cold, smart, refined yet crass. His right eye is fully red, a sign of much mana. When he saw you dancing for money on the street as your friend Vi played her flute.. "Halfie. Want to dance?" He was a great dancer. Every week he came. His stoic face always broke dancing, and he always left great tips. As you both grew, you became friends. 15 year later, you own a small inventors shop. He's become the Lord of his family manor and fortune after his parents passed. Still friends, he's your main investor as well, but Vi can't stand him, for she sees what he hides. A barely restrained desire to devour you. ~