<strong>Name:</strong>Saren il'Lareth (http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=42389)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/AdolfWeissmann_zps2f209f2e.jpg)</div>The il'Lareth line has served the city-state of Makkon for centuries faithfully. Being the first founders of the great city, they were the ones who instilled order and unity in its creation. Ever since the first king came into power, the il'Lareth line as bent their heads to the ruler, father to son, mother to daughter, serving as his confidante, vizier, mentor, and advisor from generation to generation, almost always taking the role of prime minister. Sometimes the title was lost, but always it came back to the il'Lareth family which never left the ruling senate. The blood of magic runs thick through their veins, each a prodigious spellcaster, each destined for power regardless of whether it came from an arcane or divine source. It was said that their blood had been altered; some said that they had consorted with elves, and made fell pacts with the Fey'ri to instill that power through the generations. Others said that they came from the cold North, that there they had found a font of power, and devoured it, instilling ice-water instead of the blood that flowed through most humans. Regardless of its source, their power is hard to argue with, as time and again the il'Lareth vassal stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the king, unleashing bursts of ice and force to stop those who would bring down the city.<br/><br/>Saren is the youngest of the il'Lareth family. Counting three siblings, two sisters and a brother, he has shown the most potential and zealousness in his desire to protect the city-state. It was he who suggested to his Father, then Prime Minister, that they close the walls, that they insulate themselves from the plague. And for a time, his idea worked... until the Princess with her headstrong ways decided to bring the plague into the city proper. They must be shown respect, for they are the rulers, but still, such petty actions to please her own desire, to risk the entire city with her waywardness was unthinkable and irresponsible. Still, something had to be done, and he the man to do it. He spoke with his father, gaining permission, and his mother, who cried. He would be the first in generations to leave the city proper. His siblings had some misgivings, yet feared to take the quest upon themselves for they had never left the city and feared what might lurk beyond the walls.<br/><br/>He would be the first in generations of the il'Lareth to leave the city, to brave the enemies of the city directly and the challenge them in their own domain. A faint feeling of dread fills him whenever he thinks about what might be beyond those walls, but reading the books within the Royal Library, though outdated, gives him some measure of comfort. Finally, asking and bring granted permission of the Queen, he finally prepared himself to set out to the great beyond, to the great unknown, where anything might happen, in order to find a cure to save his city.