Ilorin Sayre

[Ilorin Sayre]

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THE ABHORSEN-IN-WAITING
ILORIN NICHOLAS SAYRE
(THE SON OF KIBETH)

- - Basic Information

Full Name:
Ilorin Nicholas Sayre.


Nickname(s):
Lori to his family.


Blood:
Abhorsen.


Age:
18.


Charter Mark:
Square with the Abhorsen T through it.


Pet:
Officially Mogget.


What Am I?:
Lollipop Kid.

Appearance - -


Play-By:
Ben Barnes


Usual Clothing:
Ilorin will usually wear sturdy and travel-worthy clothing when out on the road. This would include high leather boots, riding stockings, a wide belt that holds his necessities and a thick woolen shirt and under-shirt. Over his outfit he will usually wear a cloak of some kind- usually green, blue or black.

When back home in Belisaere Ilorin is forced to wear clothing he was once uncomfortable in. Growing up he was always spirited and climbing about and disliked the lacey collared, embroidered and flamboyant designs of clothing he was shoved into by Charter Hands around the Palace. As he grew up, however, Ilorin became skilled and careful enough to do whatever he wanted and still not muck up his outfit and o became a lot more comfortable with the Abhorsen-worthy clothing tailors made for him. When around the palace he will now wear black riding stockings with shined and fitted riding boots that hug his calves. His useful, leather belt is traded in for a more ornate slimmer model that holds only his money bag and Narima's sheath. A billowing, determinedly spotless shirt covers his top half as Ilorin long ago drew the line at silken garments, but he is occassionally convinced to wear the velvet designs befitting his status. The cloak he wears around the Palace (when he's not sneaking out and attempting to be discreet) is the deep blue and key-designed fabric of the Abhorsen.

Some might consider his Belisaere-outfit as flamboyant but Ilorin, being born into the privilege has grown to not notice and rarely worries about what he wears so long as his father and the royals are satisfied that he meets the criteria he's supposed to.


Distinguishing Features:
None other than the pale skin and dark hair and eyes of the Abhorsen.

- - Family


Mother:
Lirael. (39). The current Abhorsen, Lirael is a Remembrancer as well as the warrior standing against the dead. She's calm and calculating and thinks before she acts. This is a characteristic she has instilled in her child, Ilorin who always thinks things through. Her new found confidence in her job has allowed her to be a little more spontaneous but generally she is a level-headed and highly-respected Abhorsen of the Old Kingdom.


Father:
Nicholas Sayre. (38). Nicholas's position is that of Ambassador of the Old Kingdom to Ancelstierre. He helps to keep the slightly uncomfortable communication between the two countries so as to stop the disasters that happened around Orannis from happening again. Nicholas is also a calm and thoughtful person with an appetite for knowledge. This is found in Ilorin's fast academic ability but does not explain Ilorin's cheeky or exciteable behaviour at times...


Siblings:
Hanaela Sayre. (13). Hana is Ilorin's little sister who inherited Lirael's practically non-existent Clayr genes and gained the Sight. At 10 when the ability was discovered she was taken to the Clayr's Glacier for training in her ability and comes home every holiday just like Ilorin does from Wyverley College.


Other Significant Relatives:
Ilorin is obviously related to Sameth, Ellimere and Sabriel and Touchstone.


Home Town:
Belisaere.


Short Bio:
Ilorin was born in Belisaere a year after the marriage of Charter Mage Nicholas and the Abhorsen Lirael. As a youngster he was doted on and thought to be the most wonderful creation the Old Kingdom had ever fathered as he was the first Abhorsen-In-Waiting to be born since King Touchstone had made the country something to be proud of. Raised in splendour and safety it was Ilorin's mother who made sure he didn't become a spoiled child thanks to her sparce and sensible raising in the Clayr's Glacier. Though Ilorin was dressed ornately and have his ego inflated in public the Abhorsen's quarters in the Palace were rather normal and, though tasteful and a little expensive, lacked the glaring ceremony of say the banquet hall.

As Ilorin grew to a child he played with the servants or children of the servants and didn't truly understand his future duties until he turned eleven and suddenly the friends who had pulled his hair and made faces at him were bowing and calling him M'Lord Ilorin. It was then that he took up his training as the Abhorsen-In-Waiting on top of his Charter Magic exercises and high-quality education that had been impressed upon him since the age of four. It was also at this age that Ilorin was sent to Wyverley College. Irritated with always being kept safely in the Palace Ilorin couldn't be let outside for fear of his status making him a marked target. Instead Lirael and Nicholas agreed that he be educated in Ancelstierre.

At Wyverley College Ilorin was immediately treated as the new and exciting visitor. He was from the Old Kingdom- something very rare in the intake of the College and that made him interesting. People flocked towards him and instead of being nervous of them Ilorin welcomed the attention, after seeming to have lost his old friends back at the Palace. He relished the freedom of walking around without a guard behind him and flourished into a well-rounded and good mannered teenager.

Ilorin returned home to the Old Kingdom for every holiday. It was during these periods that his combat and swordsmanship lessons at the College were reinforced by hard and gruelling training with the Palace Guards. At first, Ilorin found it funny how they refused to fight properly or attack him but eventually he taunted and irritated them so much that he was able to learn how to fight them and they were able to learn how to control their tempers. He also began learning from the Book of the Dead from his mother. Currently Ilorin has a single chapter to read from the Book of the Dead and has been into Death many times with his mother, yet never alone. He is nervous of travelling through the Old Kingdom without bells and his Abhorsen mother at his side.

Back in Ancelstierre at College, however, Ilorin never told anyone of his high status and Abhorsen blood. Even if the very few Old Kingdom students to attend the establishment would have understood Ilorin wasn't interested in being liked to flattered for his prestige. Instead he wanted to make proper friends who liked him for him, and Ilorin had a natural charm that allowed that to happen. He became incredibly popular with members of both sexes and was near or at the top in most of his classes. Ilorin seems pretty perfect but it's only due to the background provided for him by his parents. Without it, he would likely have turned out very differently. He's friendly, but it's his security in life that has made him able to be friendly.

Personality - -


The Good:
Ilorin is social, charming and kind. He has a good heart and a strong soul. His courage falters occassionally but generally he's a strong and dependable friend to have.


The Bad:
Ilorin can occassionally seem big-headed or melodramatic due to his background and the simple fact that he is used to people thinking he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. He's also a serious flirt. On the flipside of the coin Ilorin is also, surprisingly, quite lazy and idle and doesn't like to do things unless it's his duty or it's for a good cause. For instance- getting up in the morning just to attend a lunchtime dinner party? Yeah, if it wasn't for the servants he'd be staying in bed.


The Ugly:
There isn't really any kind of ugly side to Ilorin aside from maybe the lengths at which he has been exposed to the world of the rich. He often doesn't understand how lower classes or peasantry can be so poor and thinks it's to do with their own lack of ambition or achievement. He has also been conditioned to think- if you can call the characteristic ugly- that there is very little love in the world. He knows that his parents' relationships is built on love and if he ever finds his "soul mate" he'll marry her but he is quite content with the idea of one day marrying for money or prestige, so long as the girl is good-looking enough. On the subjects of looks Ilorin also has to judge on them. He doesn't mean to but the first thing he measures is how bed-worthy a girl is. He'd never voice his opinion or treat them any different (that he knows of) with regards to his conclusions but he does always judge a book by it's cover.


The Unknown:
Ilorin is afraid of the dark and has frequent nightmares about it- he has to physically calm himself down to avoid being frightened. He's gradually growing out of his fear but Ilorin is still jumpy and easily started at night and suffers from nightmares depicting both the cold of the Death and the darkness of night.

- - Other Information


Preferred Weapon:
Sword. Ilorin is a fantastic swordsman and dagger-thrower but he's not so good at archery. His reflexes are good but his aim isn't fantastic so he naturally took to the blade rather than the bow.


Skills:
Ilorin is an incredibly strong Charter Mage. Many believe this is because he has two parents as Charter Mages, one being the Abhorsen and the other given his Charter ability from Kibeth herself. He still hasn't been able to tap into his full potential as Mage at the moment but has far to go in his power.

Ilorin isn't amazing at hand to hand combat. Without a sword he feel very helpless and it makes him falter. This is why Sameth is designing him a holder that will attach his wrist to the hilt of his sword when he wants it to and releases him when he sheaths it. Sameth is still working on it.

Music is something Ilorin also enjoys but isnt amazing at. He can play only a single instrument- his flute, which he plays adequately but not at any musicians standards and if he doesn't have it handy but needs music for his magic he'll hum or occassionally sing wordlessly- but he finds singing embarassing and tries to avoid it.


Occupation:
Abhorsen-In-Waiting.

Sample Roleplay:

The road was hard rock and full of pot holes causing the little donkey driven cart to bump about. Soon the driver would reach the laid down main road that ran its course to the village of Bain but for now its route was the uncomfortable track through several woods from Wyverley College. Ilorin adjusted his position delicately. His left butt cheek was completely asleep and the other was numb. His shoulders ached from laying in the same position and he felt a bruise forming under his shoulder blade where he'd been leaning back against the wooden slats of the cart. He had been laying in an awkward position for an hour or so and had been re-positioning himself frequently since leaving his school. The hay that surrounded him was rough and coarse and he had a feeling some had worked it's way under his shirt.

Brushing a few strands from his longish hair he flopped back down upon his cloak, that had been laid over a couple of bails. Tired, he had left Wyverley College in the early hours of the morning, barely before the sun had risen. After the letter he had received the day before there was no way he could have slept anyway.

His friends and- though he hated to admit he had any- fans at the school has been surprised by his sudden departure but there had been little time to give a suitable excuse for his leaving three days before the end of term. He had already taken his end of school examinations and simply told them that he had been asked to go home early. His missing the end of year celebrations was something his companions hadn't been able to understand. Ilorin doubted that they would have been able to comprehend his true reasons for leaving so suddenly any better. The only people in the school who could have possibly understood were those who, like him, came from the Old Kingdom, and they were in the minority at Wyverley College. Though the school now accepted students of both genders its intake of Old Kingdom students wasn't very long. Ilorin was one of only a handful that attended to institution. There were several reasons why people in the Old Kingdom avoided Wyverley College and in fact the entire of Ancelstierre and they were rooted in the main reasons of seperation between the two countries. Though Ilorin's father had worked for years to bridge the gap between the neighbouring nations little had been done.

The fact that Ilorin's father Nicholas, and his aunt Queen Ellimere refused to allow Ancelstian diplomats into the Kingdom hadn't helped to negate the country's hostility toward Ilorin's home. It didn't seem to matter how many times they were told that it was for their own safety. Only people who lived incredibly close to the border would know that to be true. They were the only ones who knew enough about the Dead and dangers of the Old Kingdom- the Kingdom he was about to journey into... alone.

He was just thankful that Hana wasn't with him. His younger sister, now thirteen, had managed to achieve the bloodline almost lost in Lirael and gained the Sight. She had also taken the blue eyes and blond hair of a Clayr in direct contrast to Ilorin's both dark and pale looks. She had then of course been raised in the Glacier. She came home for every holiday just like Ilorin and had only attended since gaining the Sight, so the two siblings were very close. Despite how much he missed Hanaela Ilorin was glad that he wouldn't have to protect her through the Kingdom, which was likely to be ten times more dangerous than the last time he had gone home if the letter he had received was to be believed.

The contents of that piece of parchment had hit him with all the force of a physical punch to the stomach. His mother, Lirael, had been injured. Wounded by a necromancer. He wasn't sure which scared him more- the idea that he may soon by the Abhorsen or the fact that he would therefore have to fight against the necromancer Lirael had been unable to defeat. Oddly enough he wasn't afraid for his mother's death. She was an Abhorsen and would pass smoothly through the Ninth Gate. There would be no resurrection of her soul into a Dead Hand. Having been trained as the Abhorsen-In-Waiting Ilorin found that his knowledge of Death made dealing of the deaths of those he knew easier. Why, he wasn't sure. He hoped, obviously, that he would return to find his mother healed and well, but if he didn't... the prospect of taking her place was a lot more frightening than her actual death.

Ilorin watched the clouds pass above him as he let his mind drift inward, away from those horrible thoughts. He could feel his sense of the Charter and the Dead growing stronger the closer he got to the border. He would have to hope that those senses were good enough to get him to Belisaere in one piece. He had a Charter-made sword with him but Narima, which he wielded when in the Kingdom was at the border with the head of the Crossing Scouts, locked away safely. There was no reason to risk loosing it in Ancelstierre where he couldn't use his Charter properly to stop any thief taking it, and he needed it when he entered the Kingdom. The Crossing Point Scouts had been an obvious choice for its protectors when he was in Ancelstierre. All he had in the meantime was the sword at his hip which was Charter-made but no-where near the strength of Narima. His mother, who had originally wielded the sword had the Abhorsen's blade of course. Ilorin shuddered as he wondered how long Narima would rest at his hip once in the Kingdom and if the thicker blade of the Abhorsen would replace it when he reached his home in Belisaere. He hoped not. He also didn't have any bells. He had learnt to use them and practiced in the Old Kingdom, but only under his mother's tuition. They were at the Palace. He had sent a message on ahead of himself via three birds to the Abhorsen's House and Sameth for the bells to be delivered there. He would stop at the Abhorsen's House and maybe take a Paperwing to the Palace from there, with the bells. He would feel a lot better when he had that Bandoleer across his chest.

The movement of the cart abruptly changed as the wooden wheels met the smoothly laid road of the main way to Bain. Sighing with relief Ilorin adjusted himself again and settled back against the hay. His closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He had a few hours before he reached Bain, and he needed to be well rested for crossing the border tomorrow. Reaching up he let his hand drift over his chest for a moment wondering how the weight of that Bandoleer would make him feel were he the Abhorsen. Probably less confident than he would like to admit...


Bain was a large village located not far from the Wall. From countless trips back and forth between Ancelstierre and the Old Kingdom Ilorin knew the town well. Finding the horse market was easy- you simply followed the smell of dung and horse hair- and finding the right road to a well known tavern was simple from memory. With his dark grey stallion in tow Ilorin made his way through the streets toward the Dancing Bear. It was a favourite in the village for travellers as it was nearer the outskirts of the village, and was the tavern Ilorin always stopped in every year both to and from the Kingdom.

Tying the horse to the casting post Ilorin kept his hood up and entered the small and slightly worn two storey building. A friendly scent of alcohol and sweat overwhelmed him in an envelope of welcome and familiarity. As he walked across to room, his riding boots with their slightly raised heels made a gentle tap against the floor boards and upon reaching the bar he let his hood fall down. His cloak swung about him, hiding most of his body and stature but the owner of the Dancing Bear knew his face well enough.

"M'Lord Ilorin!" The man, Master O'kara exclaimed in welcome. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you for another month or so!" The rotund gentlemen picked up a mug and began to pour out Ilorin's preference of ale. The man continued to call him M'Lord no matter what Ilorin said, though he had managed to squash the title of "Abhorsen" down flat on their first meeting.

Ilorin smiled wryly at the man. "Last year ends early due to examinations O'kara." He didn't bother to offer any further explanation and the man nodded in understanding placing the mug in front of Ilorin. Ilorin reached into his pocket and then pressed a silver coin into the man's palm in payment.

Keeping his shoulders hunched to avoid attracting unwanted attention he began to sip at his drink stopping only once to grab a serving boy by the arm and telling him to go and take care of his horse. The boy, noting the way O'kara had addressed him was eager to obey. Ilorin's dark gaze, once so popular with the girls at school scanned the room. Nothing seemed out of place. Satisfied that his reflexed would alert him to anything that may happen Ilorin allowed himself to relax and take another swallow of his drink. He needed this night, he decided. Needed to relax. After all... with the heightened dangers that lay in the Old Kingdom, he didn't know when he would get his next chance to do so..[/blockquote]

[Ilorin Sayre]

This character has been Accepted.

This character is the Abhorsen-In-Waiting.


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