Michael Lumator

His Beginnings:
Michael Lumator was born in the Fourth Age, being what is rumored to be one of the many sons of Cysan and Seana Lumator. He is one of the few remaining, and possibly one of the youngest Icyene left in Gielinor, the only other known Icyene that rivals his age is the young toddler Icyene that is Rachel Lumator. He was born to his family, and he considers it his GREATEST Birthright and greatest curse, being part of a fading legacy that will be here and gone. At a young age, from the time he could walk and talk, his father and mother began to teach them what they know. He was taught all of the things that an Icyene of Nobility would have been taught, and all of the secrets of his family. He showed a unique affinity for Ice Magic, moreso than his father had ever shown. It came almost naturally to him, and even as a young boy he showed his skill with it. At one point in time during his young age, he froze the bath-tub full of water in an attempt to avoid taking a bath. His attempt ended in failure, of course, but his parents were impressed by such a display.

His father had never seemed more happy the day Michael had been able to lift a Metal Sword. Michael was, of course, found the Iron blade not to his liking. It didn't "Fit" him. But nevertheless, he continued his practice at his father's instruction. His training continued with his father and mother. Each morning, His mother would wake him up for breakfast, and after breakfast he would train with his father, who showed an incredible patience for his child's frustration each time he failed. Michael grew slowly. He was cut off from the outside world; He had never been outside his home inside a small pocket-plane. After the morning spar, his mother would take over, teaching him all the formalities that were to be shown by an Icyene of Nobility, as well as teaching him all of the common formalities that were exihibited in the more Modern-day Gielinor. This subject would occasionally be swapped out with the teachings of the World of Gielinor, its histories and mysteries. Michael, even from a young age, showed a distaste for the God Wars. Despite his mother's and father's words, he did not believe in such a thing as "True Evil". From his beginnings he believed that, no matter what the person was, they would always hold a fraction of good-ness in them.

After lunch, his father began to teach him about the various enemy races, and how to combat with them... and in some cases at Michael's behest, Reason with them. His studies would continue with his father into the afternoon hours, where his father would teach him the lost secrets of Lumator forging methods, ways of forging metals that were not seen in common-day Gielinor. On top of this, his father would religiously teach him about the various forms of magic. One such school of magic, in particular, was the removal of curses that were put on other's, and the methods of curing a person who is possessed by a demonic influence. These studies continued into the evening hours, before he was given a few hours free time before dinner time. After Dinner-time, he was given a thirty minutes more free time, before he was put to bed, being given a bath twice every week. The most favorite part of his day came in the Evening, just before bed-time. It is every child's favorite past-time... Story-time. He always enjoyed the stories from Avon, who was later known to be his grandfather and original bearer of the Sword of the Lumators, the most prized possession of the Lumators that was lost in the Second Age. His Grandfather was Michael's favorite because each story Avon told was more interesting than the last, and each story was filled with all the things Michael enjoyed in a good story.

The Real World:
On the dawn of his 500th Birthday, his father awoke him from his bed. The Drowsy Michael, who was originally not pleased at being woken so early, was filled with excitement. His father told him that today was the day he would finally get to see the outside world, something Michael in all his YEARS of dreaming about this day was soon eager, chomping at the bit to leave his home and follow his father into the real world. He could barely contain his excitement as he slipped on his Steel chainmail, something he had been conditioned to wear now. He picked up his steel sword, which still didn't fit him, and followed his father into the gloomy, sleepy twilight that was taverly. Everyone was asleep, it was just before Dawn. He followed his father into the air, slower and clumsier than his father as he had spent less years flying in full armor.

Michael soon found himself addicted to the world of Gielinor outside his tiny little home. He would often sneak out into the real world to visit the beings that were called humans, along with whatever other kind of other being he could find. He was often seen playing with the human children until his father or mother found him. People were shocked at the existence of such a being in the Fourth Age. Some tried to kill him, some bowed before him, and still others stared in awe and wonder. Michael, despite his father's teaching, often forgot to wear a cape, and as such people had noticed his wings. His father and mother begin to try and restrict him from going outside their pocket-plane as they grew more and more concerned for his safety. Despite this, he continued to go to the outside world, and visit all who were in it.

From Innocence to Experience:
Sadly, Michael's safety began to run out as his age approached 550. While spending time in the real world, he was confronted by a man whose evil grin came to look upon Michael. This dark man almost managed to kill Michael before his father came to save the day, fighting off the man. Michael was scarred, physically, mentally and emotionally. He simply couldn't understand how a man could be truly evil. His father rushed him back to the house. While his mother tended to his wounds, his father paced back and forth, trying to decide if it was a good idea to scold Michael or not. Finally, His father turned, and embraced his son, begging him to be more careful.

That evening, his father woke him from his sleep, and bid him to follow. Michael drowsily followed his father across the way to his grandfather's home, hidden away in the forests near Taverly. Michael's father simply told him "it is time" as they entered his grandfather's home. He followed his grandfather to an Armory which held many different weapons with gems that glowed brilliantly with a magical pulse, much similar to a heart-beat. Avon bid him to pick a weapon that caught his eye, and he walked around, mystified at the different weapons. As he was walking through the rows, one in particular caught his eye. It was a sword that gave off the aura of a minor storm, wind rushing around it's blade with occasional sparks. He reached out and took it.

In this moment his life was changed. He hadn't just chosen Gamrink, Gamrink had chosen HIM. The Soul-bound sword saw something in him that no one else did. His body was filled with new-found strength in magical ability. Avon's eyes looked both worrieds and proud. The next few years were spent getting to know his blade. It wasn't just a sword, Gamrink was once a living, BREATHING person, one with a tragic past.

With his father's increased absence in his life, Gamrink took over the role of parenting, teaching the young Icyene never to trust someone just because they are kind to you, and sometimes, never to trust a person at all.

Relationships:
Father:

~Cysan Lumator (really?...)

Mother:

~Seana Lumator (Abby Stewart)

Sister(s):

~Rachel Lumator (Abby Stewart),

~other's unknown atm, two deceased.

Brother(s):

none are known atm, one deceased.

Grandfathers (Mother's and father's side):

~Avon Lumator

Uncle(s):

~Yaruno (Yaruno)

Cousin(s):

(I don't think Yaruno ic'ly has been stupid enough to have kids yet. X3)

Aunt(s):

None Atm

Significant other:

~Violet (xdeadxlockx)

Friends:

~All Alliance members and Associated.

Personality:
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'To Be continued, this Thread is still under construction! Please do not mess with this thread!'