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Ohlmahet Lanander cal’Mahan Isalanress
Aspect: Water
Anima: Peaceful, Rising Mist
Nature: Savant
Concept: Reluctant Magistrate and Master Bureaucrat

Str 2
Dex 3
Stm 2

Chr 3
Man 4
App 2

Per 4
Int 4
Wts 2

Brawling 3
Performance 4
Presence 3
Lore 4
Bureaucracy 5
Occult 3
Investigation 5
Awareness 4
Melee 1
Ride 1
Socialize 3
Dodge 2
Archery 1
Linguistics 2 (High Realm & the local Lowland language)

Backgrounds:
Resources 3
Backing 4 (Mandarin Hierarchy)
Household 2 (He brought his family along with him)
Reputation 3 (Former Head of the DSI & Demon Hunting Poet)
Breeding 2

Flaws:
2pt. Disciple (Kharrin... His "apprentice")
1pt. Unusual Appearance (Indigo hair)

Compassion 2
Conviction 2
Temperance 3
Valor 2

Willpower 6
Essence 3

Charms:
Language Learning Ritual
Precision Observation Method
Benevolent Master's Blessing
Confluence of Savant Thought
Drowning Embrace
Blade-Deflecting Palm
Indisputable Physical Anaysis Technique
Scent-of-Crime Method
Falsehood Unearthing Attitude
Bloodhound's Nose Technique

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His Description:
Average height, with a light, slightly stooped build, oddly blue hair, and dark eyes. Lanander is probably a little older than most of the others, and he brought his wife, his children, his apprentice, and more-or-less the rest of his household along with him on this posting since it looks like its going to take awhile... Thus, he seems to be a little harried most of the time.


His Monologue:

Still waters dream
Of autumn wheat; Sparrows rising,
Reflecting winter.
-from Lanander's ‘Seasons’ (Transition 3, Verse 7)

Who am I, you ask?

I am Lanander cal’Mahan Isalanress of the lineage of Ohlmahet. But that’s not what you really wanted to know, is it? You wanted to know what use I may be to you and how I came to be in this particular place at this particular time.

An understandable curiosity…

I came to this place from the center of the world, for I was born in the shadow of the Great Mountain. I attended the Academy of the Thirteen Quills in preparation for a life of quiet service to my family’s Lord, Gallian Lotus Fox, Chosen of the Twilight, in the capacity of Principle Scribe as my ancestors have done before me since the young days of Creation. Alas… that peaceful life of ink and parchment was not to be.

You must understand, my Lord Gallian is a brilliant man. He is an ambitious and visionary man. He is not, however, a man with much patience for details and it has fallen upon his poor servants to keep many of his projects running smoothly when he moves on to other things. He is known for his boundless creativity, my worthy Lord, and thus has the number of his projects increased with every passing year… while the number of we, his devoted servants, often has not. Many among us have become things which we would not have dreamed of in our younger days. A cook becomes a keeper of the menagerie. A guard captain becomes an engineer… A scribe becomes a magistrate. A poet becomes a demon slayer.

It was in that way that I found myself placed in charge of the daily operations of the Division of Scientific Inquiry when Lord Gallian moved on to designing palaces for the Lords of the West. It was fortunate that my temperament was well suited to the task. Proof, I suspect, of my Lord’s wisdom. For several years I went about my duties with no undue incident and… if I may be so bold as to say so… I would like to think that my performance in that capacity pleased my Lord. Our Division of Scientific Inquiry even came to the attention of the Assembly once, when we solved the notorious case of the missing watch-tower. I had a few small adventures of my own… the tales of which have grown far beyond the measure of the deeds, I’m sorry to say… but it was largely a peaceful post, and I had thought to spend the rest of my days content in the task to which I had been appointed.

Alas, that life was also not to be.

As I have said, my Lord Gallian is a visionary man… He looks always towards the future… And so, when others of the Chosen told him of a new kingdom but recently settled, he began to ponder the many ways in which such a location might be improved. It was, he said, as if they'd been given an empty canvas upon which to create a masterpiece. When those others among the Chosen mentioned that this kingdom was a bit… lawless yet… it was my humble fate which they and the Heavens sealed.

Thus have I come to this place, with the blessing and the charge of my Lord to set it to order, and to see that the Laws are followed and the populace brought into the light of civilization and justice. Looking about me, I think that this will not be an easy task, but then, the paths that we must follow are not often easy ones.

The noble Gallian, I fear, has already forgotten that he sent me here...