Soca De'Rolay - The lost soul among the living

E-Ninj4

(I have a NWN portrait pack for this guy that i made, will post later.)

The cool kiss of wind across the soft, pale flesh, sweeping through flecked and ragged orange-blonde hair of a young man, laying upon a bed of tall grass, bent and curled beneath his weight. Sharp, pale ocean blue eyes open to the air, white steaming clouds part above like a wave against a rock, before his vision, clearing it to see the cool blue sky beyond them. Soca takes in a deep breath, much like the breath of a newborn who has just been released into the world.

"Where am I…" He whispers to the wind. His right hand wanders across the grass beside him, digits searching for somthing. A moment later they find it, the somhow familiar hilt of a large greatsword. Soca takes hold, pulling the weapon close like a lover. He sits up, scraggles of hair slipping down his young, handsome face, eyes peering back and forth in a feeble attempt to determine exactly where in this great and large world he is. "Why…am i here?..." His young voice carried on by the breeze, he stands to his feet, using the heavy blade for support.

He noticed the weakness as he stands, his legs feeble and barly able to support the weight of his body atop them. Things were starting to come back, like a flame through the fog, familiar words…a name: "Soca…" He smiles, running a hand across his face…familiar. He runs a hand up through the tangled hair upon his hand. "At least…i can remember my own name..." The sharp blue eyes slide around his surroundings, picking out tall trees, blotching out portions of the sky in some places, tracing up to a leafy canopy above his head. He turns on his heels, finding in himself that his streangth is returning, he swings the greatsword about, the sun glistening on its cold steel edge, as it slides with ease and familiarty into the sheathe on his back, set just below his shoulders laying in a somwat horizontal angle, rather than the normal vertical one.

Soca releases a calming breath into the air, reaching up to run a hand across the familiar clothes, the small inlaid plates formed into a patchwork of metal strips for ease of movement, looking much like straw. His lips part, fingers tracing then across a gap in the armour, as if some sort of weapon had been thrust through it, directly to the point of his heart. "Wha..what is this?" He says aloud to himself, fingering the whole, the pale, uninjured skin beneath it. More of the haze within his mind then began to clear…."A..battle?.." He remembed now, a fearsome enemy, a deathly sword wound in his chest. His young digits move back, tracing the hilt of his greatsword, eyes narrowed to slits. But none of this, nothing at all, explained why he was here, in this forest.

The sky, reflecting from those young blue eyes as if upon two pools of calm water, as they move to search the area for signs of battle. Nothing. No scars, no bodies, no wounded, no remanaints of any camps or anything. Nothing but the sounds of the forest creatures. Soca behigins to move, his well worn leather boots crunching the dry leaves as he walks southward, southward in hopes to find somthing…somone...anything to tell him why he is here, where he has come from. It was upon this walk, that he came across a small camp of Romani, and has decided to stay, for the moment.

"Maybe somone here, knows who i am…" He says, sitting beneath one of the many tall trees of the camp, distantly watching the socilization about the large fires. His own thoughts wandering, so many qestions yet to be answered.

Vilehelm

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