Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160lbs
Eyes: Dark Red
Hair: Short, slightly wavy. Black with bits of grey mixed in.
Skin: Slightly pale
Build: Average with decent muscle tone

*****The Early Years*****

Luthor had a strange childhood. Where most children grow up socializing with each other, playing games and getting into general mischief, Luthor was a curious sort, and was always off on his own exploring anything and everything he could get into. One day, having run off from his village again, the young boy wandered the furthest he'd ever been from home. Usually he was back by nightfall, this day though, he never stopped until well after the moon had climbed into the night sky. It was around this time that Luthor stopped, he was alone in the middle of a forest he never knew existed, and ahead of him on the path there was a figure. It had the shape of a human, but it levitated a short distance above the ground, and its form was made entirely from flames. Curious as always, the boy moved towards it, but the figure beckoned silently, leading the child ever onward down the path. Eventually, a small stone house built against a cliff face came into view and the figure vanished.

It was at this time that Luthor met Mael. That was the only name that the boy knew the ancient looking man by. Of course, being quite young, Luthor didn't know much about the world, and bit into the story that Mael was a friend. Soon after entering the house, Luthor saw all sorts of strange things. Jars with eyeballs that still blinked, an assortment of polished skulls on a shelf, and the items got weirder the more he looked. This all fascinated the boy, and he quickly begged the old man to explain it all. For some reason unknown to anyone but Mael, the old man took the boy in, and although not treated like royalty, Luthor was never abused by the man that he would eventually consider to be his father despite knowing Mael was just an old man he happened to meet.



*****Coming of Age*****

As Luthor grew, he learned about a myriad of things. Some basic like reading and writing. Others more complex like differing kinds of magic. Spell lessons were always his favourite since it made the teen feel like he had a power no one else did. The ecstasy of his first solo summon trumped even the joy of having a woman for the first time. Not everything went smoothly though. As with almost every practitioner of magic, there are types of spells that are more difficult, or mental blocks that can take ages to break down. Sometime between his fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, there was an accident. Mael had been attempting to teach Luthor some of the darker arts which the boy had really taken a shine to, and control was lost. Luthor doesn't really remember much more than a circular red portal of fire opening and an arm with claws the length of swords reaching out and dragging Mael back with it. Shortly after this event, the young man noticed that his eyes had gone from their original blue to red, and his hair had taken grey to it. An ever nagging presence had also taken root at the back of his mind, like something that you forgot and can't quite seem to recollect. Luthor also found himself with a lust for power and knowledge. He would spends days, weeks sometimes delving through any one of the thousands of books or scrolls Mael had acquired over the years of his life.



*****The Young Man*****

Now in his early twenties, Luthor has travelled across many lands searching for ways to increase his abilities. This search, coupled with that almost thought in his mind lead him to the continents of Canelux and Parvpora. Perhaps here he would be able to finally find what he had been looking for all these years.