Backstory

The only son of a prominent Galgaï warrior and his beloved wife, Lors was very loved. His family was amongst the first of the indigenous Checens to convert to Islam, he was raised with many expectations. This did not bother him though, he thrived as a young boy with the routines and rules his parents had for him.

His father raised him to be warrior from early on, by the time he was 13 he was already an accomplished swordsman, horseman, falconer. He still carved out time for reading, studying, and spending time in the mountains, and by the same age was also fluent in Ingush, Russian, and English, with a working understanding of Arabic. He was the pride and joy of his parents, who would have done anything for their son. He was always notably different though, and despite his many talents and innate intelligence, was never able to connect with his peers. In spite of all the words he had, there were none at the time that described him being gay and austitic, the very things encumbering any relationships.

At 16, with Lors quickly outgrowing the means his parents were able to offer him, becoming more dangerously ostracized from his people, and the impending threat of invasion from outside, his parents made the difficult decision to send him away. An old connection to his father offered to take Lors on as a squire with him in England. For years he worked dilligently to become a knight himself, but continued to struggle the same way he did at home. He was the most talented swordsman his age and could easily best men five years his senior, but struggled to find the words to make the same men understand him. He could outhunt any Englishman he met, but was frequently having meltdowns when things would not go to plan. He could, and quite often did, tame the meanest of horses, but still found himself being hated by his peers for his mannerisms and quirks. Still, he did not falter, he did not complain, he did not stop.

The summer he turned 19 he accompanied his mentor to what should have been a small skirmish, easily quashed. What it turned out to be was an ambush, which despite their skills easily overwhelemed. How it ended Lors would never be able to recall. He awoke days later, with the honor of his knighthood, a scar running up the left side of his face from his mouth past his eye, and a permanent taste of blood in his mouth. He was now a man, scarred and notably different. He began wearing his helmet to hide his face, a thing he felt marred him beyond love. As the memory of his face faded, so did the image of the unsure and confused child he once was. Whatever thing he has did that day had earned him a reputation of a warrior more than his blood or training could have.

After a few years of bouncing between assignments, Lors decided to seek out more permanent work with less surprises. His search led him to the Vipond estate at 22. Godfrey, the previous knight of the manor had suffered too long from an old injury and was seeking out someone younger to take up his sted. While Lors had a general distate for the Baron and Baroness, he formed a very quick connection to Elwynn. She was small at the time, but was almost exclusively being taken care of by the staff of the estate. He felt an odd kinship with the girl, both unwanted and far removed from the kindness of the world, and he decided to himself that if he would stay for no other reason it would be for her.

Present

After nearly a year of service, Godfrey announced to Lors he would be writing to the Vipond heir. Emharre was a man he knew only from idle gossip and insults hurled at him by his parents, and from those things not a person Lors had much interest in. But the Baron was ill, very ill, and Godfrey decided that if he would do nothing to make sure his son was able to take control of things, then Godfrey would take that upon himself. Lors spent the next few months wondering what kind of man he would find himself in the service of.

Emharre appeared all of a sudden, both loudly and covertly, almost like he was being intentionally ignored. He was far, far removed from the image that had been painted of him within the walls of the estate. He was indeed outspoken, but none of his words were intent to hurt. He was very much forward, but seemed to have no motives to manipulate anyone. He was in fact blessed with wit but never made Lors feel spoken down to. He was in fact exactly as Elwynn had spoken of, brave and kind and handsome. He was also, inexplicably drawn to Lors, and he to Emharre.

When the tumolt of the transfer of powering to Emharre, Lors found himself having no reservations about it, despite only having known him for a short while. It would be a lie for him to say that his attraction to his new lord was purely out of intellectual interest though. Lors would find any excuse to downplay the extent of his feelings for Emharre, and any excuse to reationalize them as anything other than romantic, and most certainly would never admit them to a soul.