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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 545236" data-attributes="member: 1210">Lester gets as many looks as Angel, if not more. He has a vaguely elven cast to his features, but atop his face his hair lurks in a large dark afro. His skin is swarthy; he has only a single arm, but instead of a stump or even a shoulder joint, it looks strangely as if his body simply isn't built for a second one. This is a mark of Chaos- as are the pair of large bat-like wings that sprout from hisback. He wears a suit of evil-looking full plate taken a decade before from a deadly adversary, Fuligin. Several swords are strapped at his side and to his back. Those that know him call him the L. He is an elementalist of great power- and a warrior of chaos.Lester loves Pesh. Weird things happen here; it's a very chaotic place. He wishes he spent more time here; he's never been thrown in prison, tricked into massive debt, or killed here; all those things have happened to him over the years in other places. Of course, bad things happen too...A rapier deflects off his armor from behind. If it had penetrated, it would have stuck him through the kidney, a potentially lethal blow. Lester gives a cry: &quot;Assassin!!&quot; He stumbles away, turning to see his assailant. It's a human male, probably thirty-five years old, dressed in nondescript studded leather armor and already trying to move in for another strike. Lester channels elemental fire and a roaring column of white-hot flame blasts down, but the would-be assassin has already jumped aside, completely evading the spell, and then lunges forward again, striking twice rapidly.Lester backs away again and waves his hand, channeling earth-power this time- and his foe stiffens and petrifies. &quot;By the elements!&quot; Lester swears. Who is this guy? he thinks, but he can't really ask questions of him right now. He rubs his chin, mulling over his option, then looks at the gathering crowd. &quot;Who wants to make a gold piece?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 545236, member: 1210"] Lester gets as many looks as Angel, if not more. He has a vaguely elven cast to his features, but atop his face his hair lurks in a large dark afro. His skin is swarthy; he has only a single arm, but instead of a stump or even a shoulder joint, it looks strangely as if his body simply isn't built for a second one. This is a mark of Chaos- as are the pair of large bat-like wings that sprout from hisback. He wears a suit of evil-looking full plate taken a decade before from a deadly adversary, Fuligin. Several swords are strapped at his side and to his back. Those that know him call him the L. He is an elementalist of great power- and a warrior of chaos. Lester loves Pesh. Weird things happen here; it's a very chaotic place. He wishes he spent more time here; he's never been thrown in prison, tricked into massive debt, or killed here; all those things have happened to him over the years in other places. Of course, bad things happen too... A rapier deflects off his armor from behind. If it had penetrated, it would have stuck him through the kidney, a potentially lethal blow. Lester gives a cry: "Assassin!!" He stumbles away, turning to see his assailant. It's a human male, probably thirty-five years old, dressed in nondescript studded leather armor and already trying to move in for another strike. Lester channels elemental fire and a roaring column of white-hot flame blasts down, but the would-be assassin has already jumped aside, completely evading the spell, and then lunges forward again, striking twice rapidly. Lester backs away again and waves his hand, channeling earth-power this time- and his foe stiffens and petrifies. "By the elements!" Lester swears. [i]Who is this guy?[/i] he thinks, but he can't really ask questions of him right now. He rubs his chin, mulling over his option, then looks at the gathering crowd. "Who wants to make a gold piece?" [/QUOTE]

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