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Name: Larc Portein

Gender: Male

Nicknames: "The Witch", "The Master"

Race: Cannibalistic Ancient Tribe

Class: Witch/Warlock

Deity: Valkyrie

Age: Debatable

Body Type: Firm, yet slightly shoulder broad-- Flexible

Height: 5'8"

Weight: Debatable

Complexion: Fair, peachy

Hair: A shaggy blonde with two long side bangs tied

Eyes: Magenta

Handedness: Very fluid in hand motion, cautious touch, gentle, primarily left

Relationship Status: Debatable

Personality: Overtly shy, won't speak to anyone he does not know personally, mysterious

Mannerisms: Can't look people in the eye, polite, soft spoken

Likes: Hand made drinks, Acceptance, Privacy, Alone time, Not being looked in the eye

Dislikes: Nosy people, Loud personas, his past being the topic, smell of meat, being outgoing, being revealed

Alignment: Lawfully Neutral

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"A Cannabalistic Witch who has been trying to outrun his shameful past and hiding in secrecy to stay alive as a new person each meal."

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Larc Portein is 2 out of four “Masters" in Ephemeral. Known for the Wizard/warlock trope of Ephemral, he is ironically a healer and a shapeshifter by birth with some mysterious powers and alluring piercings. He was the second character created by the Creator V for this world.

Larc is rather a tall man of average proportion and likable features to the eye, rather pleasing. Due to his Clan being a specific class of beings able to become what they eat, his appearance is an ironic topic to talk about since he can literally shape shift into the previous beings he had eaten. Due to being the rare last of his kind, he's eaten so many over his lifetime that his original skin had been drowned and forgotten along with the memories and sanity of his old body. Canonly, now, he's built himself a look that he believes suits him as a person in general. Asides from his disguises of younger men, a wise old warlock or a stunning virgin forest elf, he is naturally and strongest when seen as his built self;

Underneath his large fuchsia hat is his tousled hair with long side bangs that drop besides his slender untouched complexion, bright magenta eyes, and a tall body tattooed fairly with his clan markings. Accommodating his tattoos, he has several places where he has corset stitches: back of calves, his back running from his lower back and up towards his back, back of forearms and his neck.

Furthermore, he wears baggy pants tied at his waist and prematurely around his knees and down to his ankles, no shoes, a magenta hat, and to tie off his whole fuchsia/magenta matching attire he has a marble staff.

Larc hates wearing 'normal clothes' with common shoes and shirts, but isn't uncommon of wearing them in disguise. He feels most comfortable wearing his regular attire though due to culture.

Author's note: Larc is also known well in the group for being surprisingly Vegan and living off of a diet of hand grown vegatables and herbs mixed in flavored potions. Due to his powers of shapeshifting allowing him to become whatever he eats, eating meat has left him quite disturbed and so doesn't prefer to eat meat when presented until needed to for protection. He doesn't mind others eating meat, but will prefer to create potions that will create the feeling of being full or satiated (this also helping his other god friends who can't be satiated by human serving sizes.)

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Larc (Or Lorcarnara) was born into a clan known for being one with nature and beings who were mistaken for God at time due to their ability to form into any creature they'd like. His people loved the aspect of life and what can become of being one with it and appreciating what it held within, Humans at least made them curious. They were simple gatherers of the wild at that time. Though, that description of them truthfully became history as time went on and they were evidently and changed to be viciously known to be "ungodly cannibal natives" due to misunderstanding/fear.

Back in unknown time, his clan were known as "savages" that where born onto the lands as almost a predator to man and being that breathed. People fled, fought, died and escaped the grasps of what his clan had done and only managed to see their rampage as the Clan became heavily engulfed in strength, numbers and unrecognizable faces in a sea of millions. Over years, as magic grew stronger and holy knights saved the earth of the more "impure", Larc's people began to be hunted down as "Witches" and "Demon spawns". Thousands, trillions, and nearly every clan member was quickly vanquished from earth. Years and years of efforts spending on detecting these Cannibal witches paid off and the Holy knights fled to the skies to join the Valkyries, unknowing that they haven't killed the last two remaining: The chief and his brother. After being cornered to last wishes, the Chief begged Larc to eat him and run free with the last of the clan's power to safety. Gobbling his brother in tears of rage, Larc was captured and tied to a lighting pyre. Filled in pure rage and anguish of the loss of his family, Larc released his power in the fire and destroyed an old colony and burnt everything and everyone to the ground, leaving all consumed. He sat in a pile of ash and fresh bone crying at the people he adored and admired to watch as a civilization, and the family that fought hard to survive. He eventually dissipated into the shadows. The sight of a powerful Witch last standing struck up news and hunts for a few thousand years, but then hunts stopped.

Time when on and a new face arrived at a minor village made out of red rock and slab. A poor city near the desert outskirts received news that a man of greatness was sent by God. All were stupefied by this "Witch Doctor" of magical practices. "Larc" was his Godsent name and so people praised his works and loved him at all heart. They cherished his being and adored his beauty. Larc felt so loved and fulfilled of his past mistakes, he promised the village he'd give them a gift. The people were amazed that the witch provided a potion of endless creativity (A potion to make them advance in life and society to live forever), they rejoiced and loved him more. Larc didn't drink any, it was for them anyways.

Then, skies bore down a preacher in white robes and told the villagers that the man who made them blind to the truth was a Witch of the past- The old Ancient Witch that had escaped- The last of the Cannibals. Everyone went into rage and started cursing at the man. They threw stones at him, food at him, and cornered him at a cliff and demanded he jump for the safety of the world and the next generation, they told him that, "His potion was a trick to be stupid as he was". Yet, after the harassment, Larc stood and took the harassment, feeling as if it was truly his fault.

"Go die, Witch." The people chanted and pushed him to the edge.

In a tearful gaze, he looked at history repeating itself and tipped his hat, cursing the people of their blindness (indeed).

"You will no longer think past what you know now."

And the Witch exploded into white feathers, gone.

Larc Portein 2015, & 2016 old drawings.

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